Evening Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Evening Of Music



Charging into an evening of music, watching it climb up
walls interiorly, looking so young and weak, yet never
breaking down in aspects of yesterday's melodies.

Watching as angels appear in the night, then disappearing
into depths of what used to be when love was being held
closely to two people, never let go of, lest they never
see one another again.

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