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...

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Winter greys

A misty shroud spreads,
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.

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6 comments:

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