Music
It calls me here...
Rhythems pulsing and throbbing...
It binds me to itself...
Beats pounding for freedom in my heart...
It needs me to continue its legacy...
Pieces of it ultimately shatter my loneliness...
You and I must achieve its goal...
For it to never die inside or outside our hearts and souls...
Copyright © Priscilla Cruz | Year Posted 2010
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