Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music



Filtering rough the core of my being, music
gently permeates inner depths.

Like water through a sieve, it flows into
every fiber, allowing no room for thoughts
or desires.

Just an immediate response to this fantastic
music, filling spaces of my surroundings.

Friday, July 25, 2014
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