RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Magical mystery filling the atmosphere with fantasies of another
time, pleasure decidingly being driven through many timely and
significant feelings of love.
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Aggressive rhythms burning through the crowd, touching desires
through it's music, thundering loudly by drums, guitars sliding
like rain from the sky, pouring down on earth.
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Never asking for much from love because it isn't easy to love
all the time, it takes hard work to keep from separating with
another person.
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People enjoying life in the throes of musical rhythms, touching
hearts and minds with repertoires of poetical portraits, holding
treasures within them sacredly.
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Amazing colors of sound being emitted from delicate instruments
orchestrating the wonder of music, clasping hearts closely and
swinging to rhythms, justifying senses of being.
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Mind playing in recesses of hidden talent coming to the surface
with melodies jarring them out of spaces of safety, tossing a-
side after-effects of living in misery.
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Drumming steadily in this darkening night, taking us up and down
many pathways of memories, sticking to measures of chords that
continually enliven and send everyone into spaces of joy.
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Wanting to go to extremes of life, looking to discover the in-
trigue of impossibilities all the way into making them possi-
bilities.
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Feeling the rocking of melodies matching with the wonder of
rhythms that are being caught in webs of enlightenment and
kept closer than ever.
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Preparing for another horizon, sunsetical shores looming ahead,
watching their funeral colors coming to light, filtering silent-
ly into the near-future without being seen.
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