the day’s work is done
the sun sinks in the east
and we have showered and eaten
and the machine slows down;
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While even stillness is aflutter with voices from outer mind, the chant of that rhythm beating out the world to come alive divine-inspiration of lovely tunes as source of crude noises-though at hide-&-seek play with all, guides their friendly hosts unheard
As long as theres a little beat, theres a fire and if theres fire, there's life my friend. Short, sweet and beautiful, thank you for sharing. :)