rhythms

Elizabeth Brown 

A rhythm, a beat, is lovely.
Your heart pounds a rhythm, your mind drums to music,
your soul lives within the sound.

Cadence is rhythm;
but cadent is to fall,
an archaic Latin melody--

The steady rain, a beat of sound
upon your cheeks
is rhythm.

A drip, a drop, each iris pools,
tears as the rhythm of souls
and stars.

A story, a tale, is woven through rain
pounding to beats of the
heart.
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Heartbeats are cadence, cadent is tears
rhythms of heart
rhythms of soul.