Being Held In Notes Of Our Beginnings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Held In Notes Of Our Beginnings



Being exalted in rhythms of rhapsodies that are being held in notes of our beginnings as it now is ending on edges of midnight.

Effervescent and wonderful, betraying the essence of what love is supposed to have been, never quite making it until now on this sunsetical horizon this side of life.

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