Rhythms
Rhythms help the world go round,
the clock, tick tocks it’s silent sound,
the river, the river trickling in places,
capturing our glancing gazes.
Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling down
in everything we do there is a rhythmic sound,
how exciting, how wonderful, so peaceful too.
The rhythm of our hearts beat each day through,
then when that rhythm becomes the same
we are one with each other, some day by name?
I Love You!
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007
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