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Lori Boulard ( / )


Palm trees, tides and voodoo sway spellbound
seducing unsuspecting with erotic charms of night

Cradles around the world rock the future to sleep
as the present steals last moments of fame

Music thumping melody, voices chanting harmony
manufacturing rhythm where there is none

All this is but synthetic
imitating the divine

Flesh and bone in yin and yang
holy rhythm of simply two

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Comments (1)

Wonderful lines; love stanza one in particular (lived in a such a place and it is true!) ... Your last two say it all. Beautiful rhythms, Lori...