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, January 12, 2016

A gift

A gift for real,
The one that's secretly sealed
With silent blessings.

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7 comments:

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