RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Being Alone
Stripping aside, aspects of personality and character,
what is left, but a being, alone, forgotten in a pose
Talent forging slowly ahead as songs are composed and
played in orchestras of one.
Sounds, tones, perfectly united, steps towards eternity
beginning here on earth.
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