Afternoon Delight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Afternoon Delight



Playing violins in my mind, loving the sounds emanating from each classical composition.
Beauty escaping and flying into imagination, taking me to exquisite heights in an afternoon delight.

Friday, October 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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