Random late night thought,
or a longing for my soul,
on your mind atleast.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Late
or a longing for my soul,
on your mind atleast.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Late
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.