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 23, 2015

Death/life

Thousand hollow words,
And oddly connected dots.
One warm wide embrace.

4 comments:

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