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, December 29, 2016

Space, sealed

As you pull me close,
I feel your skin grazing mine,
space between souls, sealed.

Linking with Ronovan Writes

2 comments:

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