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How soft their rhythmic throbs can be,
when we're ensconced in warmth and light;
they launch a fluid, lilting roll
to chase our laughter notes in flight.
We feel their pounding pulsing through
the passageway of night and day;
our bare emotions ebb and flow
on each vibration's subtle sway.
Staccato beats of passion rise
in cadence; dip, and rise again.
The swish-along of mellow tones
can smooth our harshest peaks of pain.
They're tenuous and yet attuned
to meet our deepest inner needs.
If we're to find our path of truth,
we'll follow where the drumming leads.
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