In the heart of it all.

One pulse. One voice. One hum.
A fading twist in the loving mist.

The grey beat stealing its seat.
The golden weaves growing out of its leaves.

In the heart of it all, lives the cry without a sigh.
In the heart of it all, shares the will with nothing to kill.
In the heart of it all, craves the embrace to dance unencased.

The thorns bloom on the edges of our being, slowly clawing into the heart of it all, for our seeing to seize, trying to capture that which tease on the winds of a day whispering in its say, it’s time for another pulse…

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Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~