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...

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Signs

Faint color of pink
O read in smeared kohl of eyes,
Signs of night bygone

Linking with Haiku Horizons : Sign

2 comments:

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