Lonely Echo Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely Echo



Moving into rhythms like never before, a lonely echo becoming a crowd in a sunny afternoon, playing in coded rhythms, never slowing down.

Always rising higher, never giving in to anything but rhythms as they continue to energize one and all throughout a night of beautiful soothing music.

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