There is a rhythm
That only we hear
Our slumbering hearts
Awakened by ear
Less heard then felt
Like a gathering storm
Almost tangible
A thunderous form
Not skin but bones
It pounds through your core
Our sonic souls
Each the other’s door
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
There is a rhythm
That only we hear
Our slumbering hearts
Awakened by ear
Less heard then felt
Like a gathering storm
Almost tangible
A thunderous form
Not skin but bones
It pounds through your core
Our sonic souls
Each the other’s door
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