Seeing Leaves Dangle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Seeing Leaves Dangle
Targets swinging in front of my sight, as leaves dangle
seemingly through a window.
Staring at the views of life being lived inside, people
gathered, listening to music as the leaves listen to the
faint echoes of every beat as it is being sung.
Vibrations being felt through the glass, blending music
with that of rhythms in nature itself.
Vibrations being felt through glass and glass. Nice reflective poem shared on desk.
Nice and keen observation of poet/poetess lovely write a nature poem indeed - Vibrations being felt through the glass, blending music with that of rhythms in nature itself. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Vibrations being felt through glass. Very nicely penned poem and expressive one.