RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Stuttering down rhythms as they softly pass me by,
not caring if I can keep up or fall behind.
Singing in time with all musical harmonies sent to
outer canyons of forsaken peace, and kept there
for time immemorial.
Dusting my mind with fragrant memories, powdered
into scents of a mind.
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