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...

Friday, October 11, 2019

Round the corner

Lanterns light the night,
gala greetings float in air.
Oh! I yearn for you.



Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge #274 Air & Lantern

Welfare unto all 🤗
Rab rakha!!! 
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