Watching Sounds Of Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Sounds Of Colors



Watching colors of sounds running away then tip-toeing
back carefully, tempting and teasing this mere poet so
gently and delicately through sweet tasting auras.

All of it hidden in melodies of Chopin's overtures in
classical music being listened to at this very moment
in real time.

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