An Odd Sense Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An Odd Sense



Listening to an odd sounding voice, singing in time with the
music.

An odd sense of pleasure descending on intellect, allowing
me to continue writing in rhythms beauty to my inner being.

A solemn piece of another puzzle coming together.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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