Being Refreshed In Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Refreshed In Rhythms



Smoke and mirrors never get in the way when Cold Front's up on
stage playing, they exercise our minds and intellects with such pleasure.

Finding everything we could ever want or need in our senior
years, being refreshed in wonderful rhythms, some people stepping
right into a dance, holding their partners in loving embraces.

Thursday, November 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: calm
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