random thoughts

listen to the beating heart,
in your ears, in your fingers and your chest,
and all the rest..
We beat as one.
The wheel turning,
moving with the beat,
that rhythm of a booming drum!

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Time, good friend, i met you behind thick curtains of space.
Frilled with dust and brown lace.
And you wore a look of stone, tirelss and calm.
They said you were a healer, stitching wounds and guarding from harm.
Where did i lose you on the way? Have you left me and gone a lonely land to stay?