Invented Again Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Invented Again



Shaking hands with an illuminated voice set in prisms
of tangled webs.
Wired for sounds of melody's rhythms, taking nothing
for granted, being always in the exact moment of
daylight.
Being invented again in the moonlight.

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