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...

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Wafting rhymes

A familiar rhythm.
Smooth cadence trills through my veins.
Rhyme wafts finally.

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