The city has a deep pulse
Throbbing at first light
I’d love to indulge
But I dare not explore the rite
It is not the effervescent vim
Of a hopeful start
And not a melodic hymn
The end to a dutiful art
So I join the rhythmic march
Walking slightly out of step
Never succumbing to their starch
Maintaining my flow and depth
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Absolutely love the central focus on the musical theme in your diction choice
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Thank you 🙂 You always leave very thoughtful comments, and I appreciate that.
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You’re welcome! I enjoy your work
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