Melody

Rhythm is art hidden in my heart, Rhythm is ethereal just like a baby path.

Rhythm is the bloomy star that I see in the sky, with the wings fly.

Rhythm is the heart which is been there in my body part while I don't want it to be apart.

Rhythm has shades while it's not fake, if you will mock you will regret it.

The rhythm will adorn when it has its own song but I will be not alone to make the song from.

Rhythm is shiny light that I see clearly bright but it just hides if you don't like it.

Rhythm is round in round just I used to see around just in my crown.

Rhythm is the feeling, whom I see gleaming.

Rhythm is the beat, just like my favorite sweet.