Running in circles, spinning spree,
trapped in rules, yearning to be free,
vague course, broken dreams, jumbled scree.
Bound within, walking without chains.
Linking this ovi for prompt trap ...
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.