The rhythm of this place
Pulsates with the travellers passing by
High speeds forcing time to their destinations
Suddenly
I am content with this station
The rhythm of this place
Settled with the pulse of the beating leaves
Stationary trees only move with the breeze
Suddenly
I am not bothered by the speed of life’s stream
The rhythm of this place
Punctuated with the low hum of country life
Every bird part of the cacophony
Suddenly
I don’t mind being slowly carried to places less harried
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-30
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