#rhythmplay

[droplets-of-the-beloved]

There are echoes on the mantel piece

of places unforetold

There are echoes on the gardens bench

of places unbeknownst

There are echoes in a courtyard

of the longing between souls

There are echoes in the chambers

of such secrets to be told

There are echoes in my heart for the names of long lost songs As a droplet breaks the surface the beat reverberates with purpose As the droplet becomes one

the echoes turn it back to

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