Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah
DeleteMetaphysical it is!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana.
DeleteI was trying to handle the prompt a little differently and this felt good. So yeah .. Metaphysical.
Some use it also against the sun !
ReplyDeleteI use it all 12 months.
DeleteThank you so much for stopping by.
Nice! I've been waiting patiently (ok, sometimes impatiently) for umbrella weather.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
Fruits of patience are always sweet.
DeleteWe had some rain last week but I am one who runs in the rain and acts like a kid! Love this share. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe rain gods have not blessed us yet.
DeleteThank you for stopping by. You too have a wonderful weekend.