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, November 30, 2016

Soul-prints

Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.

Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing

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