Haunting Melody Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Haunting Melody



Sitting back, watching trees and flowers growing on a picture
on the wall.
Beautiful orange blossoms hanging from the frame, spreading
their imaginative fragrance throughout a room of creativeness.
Reaching heavenward each day, concentrating on a natural way
of life, and it's silent, haunting melody.

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