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The art of rhythm and rhymes, a passion that flows so deep |
| Rhythm of the soul The beat that stirs me when I can’t sleep, A rhythm that lingers, relentless, deep. It pulses through my mind, a steady fire, A spark that fuels my every desire. Each word I write, each line I craft, Unveils a world where dreams can last. My passion flows, both fierce and true, A melody that guides me through. In every verse, I find my flight, A song that turns the dark to light. It’s more than music; it’s my voice, a choice to rejoice. The rhythm carries me along, A pulse that strengthens, makes me strong. Through every note, I shape my fate, A song of hope that resonates. -AnnaRosa Flooded Thoughts Words rush like a river, too many to catch, too fast to follow. The page lies still, waiting for a mark, a signal to begin. Thoughts pile up, a storm of fragments, each one desperate to speak, to find its place. But the blankness stares back, unchallenged, silent. -AnnaRosa |