Salt-kissed whispers fade,
Taste lingering on our tongues,
Scattered scribblings blur.
Linking with Haiku Horizons
Taste lingering on our tongues,
Scattered scribblings blur.
Linking with Haiku Horizons
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
This feels sad to me.
ReplyDeleteIt does carry sombre tone
DeleteFeels more mysterious than sad to me. A nice write.
ReplyDeleteThat's the joy of writing. It carries different tones for different folks
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