RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Afternoon Dance - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Music playing loud and strong, being held within this
mind, tiptoeing across thoughts, tweaking them incess-
antly, causing their ideas to mingle abstractedly,
bringing happiness into this lonely heart and soul.
Loving rhythms as they run in, out and across chords
being played to the measures of time, handily becoming
harmonies and melodies being sung and then danced to.
Always touching places of being, letting happiness
and joy come into the open, giving each person's
existence on exquisite meanings and definitions.
Such a pleasant experience for everyone attending a
Monday afternoon dance.
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