By the empty swing,
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Very retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteVery retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
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