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...

Monday, November 30, 2015

By that horizon

By that horizon,
Where the sun rays kiss the ground,
Someday, we shall meet.


Linking with Haiku Horizons: Ground

7 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.