Finding the beat

  

The waves are a fine tune,
the breeze a welcoming melody.
The darkening horizon
is merely a reverb yet unheard.
No, not shadows and darkness;
a thick and witty bassline.
No, not the changing of seasons;
a fluid transposition designed
to color even the deepest of tones.
But the most important thing?
Dance like no one’s watching.
Always.

(dtn)

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