Music


As the sun circles the earth
And the moon shines bright
You consume my thoughts
Both day and night
When the stick hits the drum
And makes the cymbals ring
My heart starts to flutter
And then beings to sing
When the music starts to flow
And surrounds me complete
My body and soul
Will once again meet

Rick Rhythm Williams
1992 (c) P.H.P

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