Christy Pistol Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Christy Pistol



Listening to an upbeat melody being sung here tonight
at the Wagon Yard, a great voice that lights up the
environment with a positive mood.

One that brings all of us into the melody being sung,
grasping our hearts and minds, taking intellect into
mirror reflections of a tantalizing beauty and wonder,
delighting everyone here tonight.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019
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