Begin With The Sound Of Drums
Billows of druff marmalade
through my afterthoughts.
Only the course remains of a light heart
Carries us to salvation.
Begin with the sound of the drums.
Take your first step.
Breathe through your nose.
Believe in the world you have created.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2017
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