

rhythm.Filling my ears with the smooth rhythm within them, the drums start beating; faster, faster.rhythm.
In tune with my heart they beat on,
only to miss what i'm after.
Another beat,
another rhythm,
another time.
"Perhaps love," my dear one did you say?
Oh no this is deeper. Deeper than any love you could imagine.
Pounding now the sound is louder.
Pressing on without a care; they stop all to suddenly.
Did i miss it?
It can't be gone..
Maybe it found me.
But it i could not see.
Coming and going without a sound.
The beating of my heart drow
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