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...

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Magical trail

The glimmering shards,
Words spilling from trembling tip,
Leave magical trail.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #97 Magic&Glimmer

2 comments:

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