Captured Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Captured Rhythms



Finding nothing to take into alleys of happiness or
over bridges into valleys, sitting below mountain's
steep cliffs.

Wishing to walk up the sides of them, leaving the
world behind, climbing beyond myself.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014
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