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The Song Of My Rhythm.

The Song Of My Rhythm.

The song of my rhythm,

Goes together in a hymn.

It dances for myself,

And sings for the inner core.

The Song Of My Rhythm.

The song of my rhythm,

Is small and beautiful,

It has no limit,

To anything,

I am in it,

And it is in me,

For it’s my song,

And it completes my rhythm.

Adios!

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Having Danced Eighteen Times.

Having danced eighteen times,

He made his teacher bored.

His colleagues,

His friends

All went outdoors.

He called out to his parents,

And asked them to watch him perform.

They flatly refused,

For they had work to be done.

Having danced eighteen times,

And even more,

He finally grew tired.

He went home,

And took a fresh bath.

And slept for straight eighteen hours.

Adios!

N.B.- But he passed his dancing exams with flying colours.

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The Words.

The Words

The words have a voice.

The words have a mind of their own.

The words can depict any situation.

The words can express any emotions.

Most emotions are covered in them.

But what is not covered is pure love.

There is where the words fall short.

Pure love is so rare,

That to truly express it,

Big and well known writers,

Have bathed seven times,

And have danced eighteen times.

Yet they couldn’t express it.

The words,

Are written so frequently,

That they often lose their meaning,

But time refreshes it.

That’s why “thy” becomes “you”.

“Thine” becomes “yours”.

The words.

Adios!

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What An Excitement!

What an excitement!

What happy news!

The days are golden.

Flowers are fresh and new.

The sun is glowing more brightly.

Like it always does.

The excitement is super,

Rushing in our bloods.

The park is evergreen.

What an excitement!

Can’t explain it.

It simply is.

What an excitement!

What a sight!

It’s all well.

It’s excellently well,

For it’s ours.

But what is it?

That is such an excitement?

A beautiful rose has grown in our garden,

And that it is our excitement.

In simplicity lies all happiness.

As in everything simple God exists and always will.

Adios!