Musical Abodes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Musical Abodes



Slowly walking, strolling along, lolling in avenues of musical
abodes, no cares or worries for the time being.
Adjusting attitudes to fit moods of quiet listening, learning
that rhythms will always be right within my soul, leading me
through life and into my home one day in heaven.

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