Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

September 1, 2007

Rhythm & Blues

by Hannah

Flowing, pulsing, moving
The sea dances up to the shore
Stays for a soft moment
Then sadly falls away

Flowing, pulsing, moving
I tiptoe with silent feet
To the ancient shoreline
And follow the waves into the horizon

Flowing, pulsing, moving
I feel the earth's massive heartbeat
Adjust to my tiny rhythm
They beat as one

Flowing, pulsing, moving
As the earth sleeps
I shed a tear as I slip away
Silent through the night

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