Whistling Sounds Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lilting volumes of music playing a sorrowful heart tenderly
and magically, fragrantly touching senses with their aromas,
reminders of past experiences that are unforgettable.

Watching as they insistently play and are attuned to a poet-
ical mind, turning around many attitudes that have stayed
throughout the years.

Whistling sounds of life being tasted delectably by this
broken heart, wishing for those delicate flavors of all
yesterdays now gone.