Tickling Ivories Of My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tickling Ivories Of My Mind



Tickling softly, ivories of my mind, letting music
filter through the silence, ethereally.
Cuddling closely, heart and soul move magically
across my mind, dancing to inner rhythms which are
innately grown and tended to daily.

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