Playing with rhythm,
The music flows with rhyme -
No thought of them,
No thought of time.
Again and again,
Breathing until I’m
Back to what I was then.
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Author:
xqw (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2024 07:35
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Comments2
Time to meditate. Nice.
Short and sweet it runs in rhythm and rhyme
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