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, July 26, 2016

Love-locked

Whispers of my words,
And love-locked in their embrace
tendrils dance to sun.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Lock

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