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...

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Promise

Stars twinkle against dark skies,
Tethering on a subtle promise,
Tomorrow arrives.

4 comments:

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