three hearts beating out loud

it speaks it listens 

in the silent crowd

hands interlock and we all meet

in a circle where we quietly greet

each other's rhythms beating as one

this connection of power is as strong as the sun

with hands in our chests

and a mind at rest

nothing can compete with this hour we are blessed

our soul is at peace and so is our mind

for there is nothing more beautiful that you will find.




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