Riding Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding Rhythms



Taking chances riding the rhythms sky-high, climbing up volumes of sound, never looking down.
Scaling episodes of supreme intensity, dealing essences of yesterday in morning verses at first light.
Coveting the many experiences of rhythms being tackled in non-descript attitudes.

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