My stethoscope on a tiny fragile chest
A rhythm, a music at its very best
so subtle, so soft , so far away
drowned in voices so loud and gay
If only I could hear
all heart beats near
would I swirl and dance
free my soul in a trance?
At home, on the hammock with a cup of tea
Away from the hustle of patients,feeling free
Tall trees straining to touch the sky
sun drenched leaves shimmering high
can they really hear
all heart beats near
Is this swirl and dance
their soul in a trance?
Alara
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