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Rhythms of the Soul 2 by SEAN

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Rhythms of the Soul 2 by SEAN - World Music music cover art

Rhythms of the Soul 2

World Music

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sun slices through the mango leaves, cracked feet on dusty roads,
whispers curl around jasmine cups in corners only locals know.
djembe calls from rooftops, painting restless shadows wide,
every heartbeat syncing up where ancient stories hide.
hands weave rhythms like old tapes, worn but never tired,
songs drape the cool night air, threads of fire and desire.
feel the pulse beneath the skin, the world spins in our veins,
from distant sands to ocean winds, we taste the same rains.
in every step, a story told, no matter where we roam,
these rhythms of the soul, they pull us home.
steel strings hum down narrow streets, under lantern glow and eyes,
fingers telling secrets that no spoken word could disguise.
cedar smoke curls from open fires, mingling with laughter loud,
a patchwork of voices rising, a resilient crowd.
footsteps stitch the fleeting night, rhythms old but ever young,
in the melody’s embrace, a thousand tongues are sung.
feel the pulse beneath the skin, the world spins in our veins,
from distant sands to ocean winds, we taste the same rains.
in every step, a story told, no matter where we roam,
these rhythms of the soul, they pull us home.
beneath the cracked sun, beneath the monsoon’s cry,
a common drumbeat stitches time, like threads tied tight and spry.
not just the sound that fills the air, but the space between our hearts,
where every rhythm falls apart and then restarts.
feel the pulse beneath the skin, the world spins in our veins,
from distant sands to ocean winds, we taste the same rains.
in every step, a story told, no matter where we roam,
these rhythms of the soul, they pull us home.
lanterns fade but the song stays etched beneath our skin,
a river’s hum, a worldly drum, the place where we begin.