RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Singing Painting - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silent singing being emitted from a painting, hanging
on a wall in front of me.
Tantalizing and tempting to hearts all around, being
disturbed by the incessant heartbeats issuing forth,
reaching for hearts to capture in throes of magical
sides of love.
Slow rhythms of blessing fall from lips, as they
disappear back into the painting.
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