Touching Sensitivity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Touching Sensitivity
Flute playing in the background, touching the
sensitive spots within me.
Turning my being into a perceptive sensory toy,
calling to mind every musical tone while I
stand and listen to my mind.
Alone and retiring, not seeing anything around
my body, just space is holding me in place,
with nothing in between.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
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