The Rhythm

Common feelings well defined;

loves pathways all aligned.

This is what I love to see;

I wonder, will it ever be?

Love, it always seems to me

is tortured souls bursting free.

Tortured souls who know the song

of where free hearts do belong.

Side by side we walk apart;

The rhythm of a single heart.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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