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...

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Eternal

The clock-hands stand still,
through the silence of our kiss,
beats sync forever.

Linking with Haiku Horizons : clock

No comments:

Post a Comment

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