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
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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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