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Night Festival

In the distance, slight tapping of a drum.
Festival creating renewed life, warm winds that hum’d
the origin of the location unknown, but sought.
Then upbeat rhythm kicks in,
Announcing a different style of celebration.
The natural dances and feelings we loved to have lost.
 
An accelerated skip of my heart,
not enough to rip apart
but enough to shed new skins.
A foreign language batters the night sky.
Words and melodies wrestle me skyward high,
high enough to see where lay those savage sins.
 
Not desiring to return home,
I kicked my feet forward alone
and danced to that melody alive under the moon’s rays.
But afore I was aware, I was lost
and the wind carried with it a bitter frost
as the drumming melody that promised to save me
faded away...
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