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Anceint Drums
Ancient Drums
To stand in your presence is to be who I am.
I know this to the bottom of my being.
You send me your love
Through the wild beatings of ancient drums…
Slow, wild, constant, ever thriving,
Showing me who you are.
As you hold me close, you
Free my spirit toward your soul.
Loving me back, equal in every step
That I give.
You are the source of my happiness,
Anguish,
Love,
Anger,
And Peace.
The twin of my soul.
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Comments
yen Says:
Oh, I love it. It's beautiful~
Constricted Heart Says:
Love the art.....but the writing has touched my heart, it is indeed beautiful and sums up my feelings for someone...thank you for writing this.
blackrabbit13 Says:
I love the celtic looking symbol. The poem is very beautiful and it does go well with the painting.
unsuitedhand Says:
Your poem is quite moving and full of love and a living vibration... it resonates. The image does suit it.
(Thanks for telling us the artist, too – I've always wondered!)