Sunday 20 July 2014

Boondein.


I heard that wave splashing off the shore today. Again.
Stepping right out of my clockwork, speckled across the face, were those driblets. Like heartbeats, the sounds of the slight piano paddles waddling through, the spatter of the cars passing by, carrying us over the winds till where those tiny droplets reside.



It's your calling.

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