A cross the flowing streams
Over the distant mountains
Drumbeats tickle my ears.
Over meandering paths my legs fly
Beats pull my soul strongly
Like bees to nectar flowers they fly.
Tap, tap, tap the dancers feet in lines
Glowing and warm are the festival fires
In ecstasy lifting my soul are the drums.
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I love the music of the souls magic soaring with the beat of the drums! Beautiful write!