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, July 13, 2016

Time of bloom

Come, grow old with me,
we may reminisce as one,
these times of our bloom.

Linking with RonovanWrites #weekly #haiku #poetry prompt #challenge #105 - time&grow

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