Angels Guarding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly walking away, whispering into the atmosphere, not talking
to anyone.
Yet, the message has been heard from afar, telling the story of
the tired rhythms falling out and down around unequaled fantasies.
Begging to be understood the only way fathomed by gathering mediums
of talent and blending them as one.
Forsaken ideas, never being spoken aloud, yet the whisperings can
be heard the other side of heaven, by angels guarding music of a
lifetime.