08/29/2020
Rhythm to poetry
Is like melody to a song
Playing in harmony
With rhymes where they belong
Dancing between verses
and pauses between words
Music that the mind hears
When there’s nothing to be heard
Giving shape to every syllable
And form to every rhyme
Between thoughts and what is audible
It’s that hidden silver line-
Ah, what lovely sound...
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Sparkles and Poetry 