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On my way home I saw wondrous things...

Rhythm of Blood



From the outermost periphery of memory
an inner repetitive monotonous rhythm is heard,
reminiscent of the atmospheric beats of ancient drums.

A glimpse of wordless deformed shadows in the darkness
dances around a blazing campfire,
moving like ghosts in time 

and reminding me of my past.


When I choose to live by the rhythm of blood
the world becomes magical
and an adventure to enjoy.



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Publicerad 2015-10-26 10:54

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