Into the heads of ancestors moved the footsteps;
friends stomping in coincidental time, the beat was sparked
and spread, like the budding leaves
into glorious drum summers.
The voices gathered and pooled into a sink
of ancient memory; unstoppered it can never be drained.
we are born knowing how to play; listen!
the cadence of children's speech taking turns.
Music dives into clouded minds;
blankets with lullaby comfort the sore,
energizes with rhythm the apathetic,
reminds the heart to hold steady the tempo.















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If I had a nickle for every time I blinked, I'd be living on my own island by now.
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anime addict on the lose proceed with caution >.<
my writings [link]
my art [link]
Tsubasa Fan Club! --> [link]
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