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...

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Remnants of you

The hazy afterglow of
tender caress, light touch,
and soft subtle whispers.

The lackluster farewell of
dissolving sand-castles, receding waves
and wrinkled creased bedspreads.

Remnants of you, everywhere.


Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge 

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