Beauty Of Experience Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beauty Of Experience



Clouds of being cover me in rhythms's pulse,
quickening it into what I prefer to hear and
write to, experiencing the beauty of listening.
Recalling every measure ahead of it's being
played on the guitar.
Wondering always how I am doing it without
knowing it beforehand.

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