The hum of a bass
from a car passing by,
a loud thumping strumming within
A gale howling like a animal
looking to break free of the forest
but caught in shivering branches
A heart pounding with deep feeling
thoughts stolen from another time
where hope sounds like thunder
After rush hour, after the storm,
after loving, when alone time has come,
lights turn blue from sky to sea
The hum of waves and wind
pull and push while love keeps at it
beneath a dallying sun and moon
The Word Rummager 
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