Reminiscing.
Happy days are few and far between, as lately in the fallen leaves, we’ve seen sun-cracked thwarts. No such illusions, exist in some realms I know. When allusions paint the meadows with colours bright, within the arms of rhythm, at darkening night, by our turning to marimba music, we’ll dance in the passion of controlled panic! Perchance we, with what clamour we can muster, will see in burning rivulets of mist, dawn rising. Tis then we must say farewell to the night with aching heart, for heavy with gray crochet, it demands we part.
Rhymer. January 29th, 2016.
A new venture for me, so I hope this fulfills the requirements of this challenge?
12 Snippets in order used: Happy days are: In the fallen leaves: Sun-cracked thwarts:: No such illusions: Some realms I: Paint the meadows with: In the arms of rhythm: Turning to marimba music: Of controlled panic: With what clamour: In burning rivulets: Heavy with gray crochet.
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