Pleasing Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pleasing Senses



Still and quiet, music pleasing all my senses as I
listen intently to each coded rhythm.

Swirling contentment soaring through me, tantalizing
vibrant sensations and desires into my heart, always
appreciating the blessings given through the years.

Saturday, August 15, 2015
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