A Happy Song Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Happy Song



Eating corn flakes for lunch, having missed breakfast this
morning.

Feeling the movement of beats moving across the desert and
mountains, searching for the beauty that used to be walking
alongside me.

Territory being saved for a forlorn day - one day being done -
never lifted onto the platforms of another dimension.

Climbing the tower being built beneath columns of unheard
rhythms, a happy song of love and belonging.

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