Thy grace be

 In the burning cauldrons,  through the humming saws,  across the poles -  wrapped in cotton and set aflame,  and in the swift strike of tyr...

Monday, October 5, 2015

Rainstorm in desert

Fragrance of her soul,
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.


Inspired by the prompt at

8 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.