The rhythm of life courses through my being
And allowed to run wild my heart it’s freeing
The rhythm of life is the rhythm of my soul
It’s the beat of my heart that makes me whole
So following the rhythm of my own heart
Will find me a path, or at least its start

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Life. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s