Prisms Of Etudes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Prisms Of Etudes



Touching interiorly, signs from God, using innate gifts,
colorful and met in prisms of musical etudes, being
composed as I walk along edges of tomorrow, alone and
forlorn.

Being tempered with suffering and a sacred grief, held
in check by sounds of ancient music, stationing itself
deeply within - resting peacefully in depths of a holy
loneliness.

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