Pulse
4 March 2015
Rythm flowed through veins red
That coursed with the beat of life
In throat that throbbed on
Pulse no longer wane
In drum’s anticipation
Danced high flying free
Thunder struck this ear
Pulsated in unison
With heart that unclenched
A temple in head
Vibrating with soul’s echoes
Set me on fire
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