InvisibleDrum


And with each season

Comes it’s own surprises

Awake aware abandon acquiesce

Bud blossom befall bedtime

Curious crave collapse close

Dawn desire descend die

On through the alphabet

No matter the season

Whether it be love

Or life or time

The seasons always march

To an invisible drum

Heard by no one

Yet felt by all

So, what did you think?

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