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...

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Night-sky stars

Plenteous wishes,
Some day I'll belong with them,
Peppered night-sky stars.

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6 comments:

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