Scented Tempos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Scented Tempos
Traversing down lonely echoes of yesterday, while music plays
its scented tempos and notes, bringing flavorful tidbits into
view.
Mind and intellect capturing their essence, preserving their
energy and blessedness as thoughts head towards an interior
waterfall.
Nothing to stop them, this heart beating merrily in tune with
many measures of music, taking rhythms into life rafts of new
spaces.
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