Beating incessantly in rhythm with bells ringing
soundly in the background, a voice singing a
language that is unknown in nearby realms.
It is soothing, yet contrived - hitting eardrums
forcefully, arranging notes to fast beats of mind-
sending rhythms.
Carefully put together, it's effects are sublime,
as musical composition caresses us with an easy,
relaxed form of etiquette and intuition for
centuries.
An easy art to follow as bodies sway and gyrate
flowingly, sensuously, with an evening of heavenly
rhythm.
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