THE DRUMMER The sun was full in the summer, Caressing flow of sparkling streams. Darting by a dragonfly drummer, Its wings so sonic a steady theme. Others joined the beat got louder, Mesmerizing thoughts flicker by. Resting on a leaf like a living sculpture, Wings basking in the beams that dry. A derelict building long forgotten, Windows bare with no pane. Timbers over the years are rotten, Occupants never to return again. Animals flourish in woody hollows, Listening to the drummer’s replies. A hypnotic beat almost deemed to follow, In the lush golden summer skies.Birth sign: Scorpio
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