The sound that abounds

When a rhyme is stated and found

Identified through every line

Making each one set off a chime

To poetically and lyrically strike a chord

That moves and flows towards

The end of a poetic line

But in turns also binds

The poet and reader in ways

That interprets night and day

As the rhyme is never confined

But rather runs wild at the drop of a dime

To sound out but never bow out

Thinking north but felt south

And with such fun to be had

Not about the good or bad

But rather what is heard and seen

As the sound of a rhyme

Means what it means

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