Eventually,
the spotlight shines on us.
Jingles resonate,
excerpts from life. '' ''
Mayhaps symphonic sonnets...
perchance dissonant dribblings...
...
we decide our echoes.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #259
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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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