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Drumming Awakens the deep Soul 2000.

Updated: Dec 6, 2023

Drums beat,

Heart beat,

The dark moon

Hangs overhead.

The Wind blows.

The palm tree

sways on the

beaches edge.

My mountain island

protect me from

the world.

The tree says,

hold me close

to the shore forever,

Drums stop,

reaching down,

Lower than before,

Drums start,

feeling warm,

warm my heart,

Island you are

my shell,

Forever safe.

Winds blow and

batter me

but I withstand

the bitter blows,

I hold contained

and sanctified

in this place

I call my own.

My Island Home .

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