Ripples in the wind,
the whispers calling you home,
to the waiting arms.
the whispers calling you home,
to the waiting arms.
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Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Quite haunting!
ReplyDeleteYeah the tone is eerie, though it was aimed at yearning. 😊
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