Let this drum beat cut the ties between us, clean off the cobwebs on an old instrument I used to play for myself music so sweet I almost forgot my own body’s hymn a rhythm meant for this soul unabridged.
Writing that tickles the mind
Let this drum beat cut the ties between us, clean off the cobwebs on an old instrument I used to play for myself music so sweet I almost forgot my own body’s hymn a rhythm meant for this soul unabridged.