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...

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Thunderbrace

Tender skies trembled,
The terra tasted rain,
Thunder ravaged,
The tearing rage of
Tempest swept over,
The tangled trees,
The incessant thirst quenched
In that torrid dance.


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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.