These Beats

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The beat moves

Into the rhythm

That speaks to

The prancing of the waters.

Reaching through

The mind, the dots

Caress the reasoning

That taps the fusion which drives.

The voices clear

Coming across sharply

Where the clicks

Strive in the eons of time.

Splashing the scene

With seas of music,

Glazes the wonderment

Which clings to its’ originality.

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CortanaLain aka XELain
CortanaLain aka XELain

Written by CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.

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