Tennis Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tennis Rhythms



Rhythms being hit back and forth in the night, just
like playing tennis in an atmosphere of enlivening
spirits.

So many moments that unfold through the years, then
disappear in a waltz that steps out from behind a
misty curtain.

Changing the tempos and beats of life, leaving a
trail of wonder that curiously flows up into the
clouds above.

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