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, September 20, 2016

Radiant embers

Radiant embers,
sunshine shattering shadows
cast by the slate clouds.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds&Sunshine
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