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Posted to Poetry

the drums flow by,
accompagning whirling notes
of extended beauty

The song inside me
opens locked hearts again

silence to image
a twitch of the tongue
considering a world
to create again

let the mind flow
corrode vanity
with the ease of a smile

the words need sympathy
to move like a God
I need your presence
to devulgarize my mouth
come in and take me,
invetigate what is...

cymbal crash defines the border
of this solitary note