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...

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Rivulet of desires

By the glint of smiles,
A rivulet of desires,
Each worth dying for.


4 comments:

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