in between
waves
drumming
in time and space
clouds
roaring
all over the stage
their tones and sounds
unmistakably same
surround the ear-drums
with dewiness
...
somewhere,
standing in between
waves and clouds
originality is ashamed
makes it a point
to invade minds,
disconcerts those
living in words
yet borrowing freshness
from the dancing, inviting
chanting beats
in every mimicking moment
of existence
of existence
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