RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking At Essences - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hitting my mind, rhythms focus closely onto intellect,
posting the beauty of expression, finding a syncopation
of timing touching chords of fidelity.
Pouring rapidly onto strains of life, tantalizing,
vibrating and leading them down paths of lively
Riding waves of sound, delving deeply into their tones
and looking at their essences.
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