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...

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

RDP Monday - Charcoal

The brazen kiss of charcoal night,

the smudged kohl of your eyes, 

the smoldering embers in hearth, 

the deep blush of dawn,

the narrative of magic, 

the sultry sigh of twilight.







Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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