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Your Rhythm

Throgh my skin, my felt your heartbeat and your sigh are gapped to be emitted, and your occasional whisper either so, but in time duration, very rarely all these are crossed together, that's so amazing.


Your talk is very out of the blue, and your smiles in cycle are trembling my skin, and your occasional cease of your talk in silence makes me feel your expression very impressive, that turn is remarkably evoking your funny rhythm.


Landscape squeezes your rhythm in irregularly skipping on the road, your appearance appealing background makes another picture, in rhythmic tone in landscape. That's so unforgettable to me, even now.


Life is not always fully filled with only together time, and it's no problem. Because when I remember something, rather its irregularity makes me a clear reminiscence. That's so humorously enjoyable.


Your rhythm makes me stirred up into strange maze in tiresome time duration.
You keep main my imagining and picturing time in a bored daytime. That's so unexpectedly brightened to me, even now. That's so nice and easy.


Your melody is anytime plodding along winding road, the skipping sharpens time's lazy passing, it reminds me of your enigmatic rhythm of your heatbeat. That's so fascinating to my brain in getting some better idea.


Your rhythm is not so thinkable, rather it's so blunt and improvizational to me, that tempting makes me reacting to you with some witful words for you. That's so exciting to my mind, and that acting chain reverbrates in my brain afterward once I stayed away from your standing place.


Your rhythm must have regulated my life beat I always can lean on.
Your rhythm flashes in my memory with brain working after I wake up from my bed. 


Your rhythm was never so unique, but that aspect made me feel alive and vivid in my mind and spirit, that is my life, it's no problem.


Your rhythm was setting me free in my incidental watershed of my life, it was no problem, and only with it, I could have survived until now. That's your story and it must calls your stepping, stopping in your rhythm. That's so amazing.


I seep also today, with your rhythm in my mind, from now on.


(Aug. 6th. 2020)