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...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Lovely take.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dale for appreciating and encouraging
DeleteWhat an interesting spin; such regret, how sad.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that the underlying feelings of post come across. Thank you so much for such heartfelt appreciation
DeleteLoved this.
ReplyDeleteAnd these words are an honour to hear. Thank you so much
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