Percussion

There's a ripple
and a shout,
an avalanche and earthslip
movement of a single stone
winged concert at dusk
agitated strum
impatient foot-tap
the lives of our days
in their irregular heartbeats
come together
and somewhere in the night-light
the elements conspire,
I am told
to turn it all into an oceanic drum-roll
and an echo that erases country-line
wraps world
in clasped hand veneration
called 'heartbeat'. 

[Inspired by the percussion group 'Naadro']

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