Speak a rhythm
Consistent, structured, calming
It shall be imperfect
Yet it will do the best it can
It speaks from the innermost self
Clouded eyes cannot understand
They block the mind
The mind can not understand
The rhythm doesn't lie
When it speaks
Of love, of happiness, of peace
It does not lie
Though the clouded mind's eye can not comprehend
It is harder to see
Love, happiness, or peace
Than it is to see
Imperfection, loss, sadness
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