Common Time
Melodies
fill my ears and
float through my head.
Singing
the most beautiful harmonies
until my worries
disappear.
Rhythms
course through my veins and
sustain my will to breathe.
Four beats per measure,
four heart beats per measure.
Pumping
and pumping.
Filling me with
a dance
a grand waltz
a passionate tango
a graceful ballet.
Organzied
sound for
a fragile,
fleeting
soul.
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