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Give me the Rhythm
on the surface, the waters are like glass, reflecting the rhythms of a promise, a prayer, a praise felt by the heart who breathes in her peace ~ by poet
gently flowing across polished stones
waters reflecting the silence of June
her rolling sprays stir me in my bones
as she sways beneath a blue moon
on the surface, she seems to be drifting
singing of a graceful dawn who hears
realizing that the times are shifting
and soon, she will silence all of my fears
breaking through the hush of the night
with her light laughter, her joyful surge
rising on the brink of a moment so right
when joy and hope, peace and love merge
creating in me a soundless beauty, a stream
of careless notions who form a quiet dream
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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