Wild Rhythm (OctPoWriMo #17)
My heart beats and pulses with the stars
My blood ebbs and flows with the tides
My lungs breathe the gases of creation
My joy swells to fill the open skies
I dance to the rhythm of the seasons
I whirl through the wheel of the year
The skies spin in spirals far above me
To feral music only I can hear
Playing a little more OctPoWriMo catch-up, here is simple rhyming poem based on the prompts: rhythm, blood, bones, breath, heart, belly.
Soapbox By Kay 
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