Imaginative Matter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Imaginative Matter



Harp strings seen visibly as a gentle breeze silently strums them.
Willowy, like sun-light in a darkened room, they scratch and etch
another wonderful memory in the prose of my greyest imaginative
layer of matter.
Always to repose in quiet rest and wonder.

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