World Of Injustice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

World Of Injustice



Arms of an ocotillo moving in time with the music I hear.
Gently relaxing and loving me into a melodic stupor of writing.
Taking me silently into deepened worlds of contemplative solace,
far away from the world and all of its injustice.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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