Eternity Of Natural Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Eternity Of Natural Beauty



Delicate hands performing musical escalations upon a harp,
finding an essence that was left behind centuries ago and
now is becoming the new sound of rhythm.

Choosing to soar and float above, tied to nothing in our
lives save an eternity of natural beauty, giving our souls
a sense of forgiveness.

Saturday, April 30, 2016
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