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Mar 2019
DON.
ka
DON DON.
ka
Repetitive rhythms,
Palms burning red.
All in unison, we bang the center -
And hit the drum's edge,

The audience
below
can feel the rumble
in their hearts:

Taiko.
I miss my taiko group...
Arisa
Written by
Arisa  20/F/Tokyo
(20/F/Tokyo)   
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