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RHYTHM n' RED
Like bàámi would, in anger,
tapping his feet n' nodding softly
in sync.
Mine wasn't anger; was just
pacing real fast but my legs weren't
moving, winning a race to nowhere.
The transition began
from soft blues to burning red,
the music in my head blares.
With time, it became my fave
track, no runway but I'm flying;
slowly falling into the silence of inner storms
© The Dhramatikpen
#the365writingmarathon
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tapping his feet n' nodding softly
in sync.
Mine wasn't anger; was just
pacing real fast but my legs weren't
moving, winning a race to nowhere.
The transition began
from soft blues to burning red,
the music in my head blares.
With time, it became my fave
track, no runway but I'm flying;
slowly falling into the silence of inner storms
© The Dhramatikpen
#the365writingmarathon
316/365
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