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...

Monday, November 7, 2016

Night

Empowered silence,
blabbermouthed glares in moonlight,
and racing heartbeats.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #122 Power&Race
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