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...

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Transients wither

Transients wither,
But the fragrant love stays fresh,
Lingering in style.

Linking with Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #80 Style & Fresh

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