The Language of the Drums I close my eyes to everyday My spirit lifts and flies away Onward to a holy place Sacred solace there resounds At the throne of secrets told In the language of the drums. So listen as the magic strums As this ancient language sings Melodies in notes so true Their music... Sign in to see full entry.
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Trapped in lif'es surreal sleep Intimated by conscience, I weep Among the ashes of my childhood. Perhaps I understood .
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