Sweet bliss,
beneath the surface of night,
and then,
hushed, hasty unveiling
of the rosy dawn.
Ah! The reminisces.
Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Sweet bliss,
beneath the surface of night,
and then,
hushed, hasty unveiling
of the rosy dawn.
Ah! The reminisces.
Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
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