RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life Model - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Blaring it's way into my mind, a trumpet sounds it's
feelings into my being, awakening a subconscious
desire to want to play it myself.
Notes tantalize me into existence as music beats
itself into my heart's rhythm, fitting so peacefully,
like a puzzle of being, a model of life.
Listening with a far-off sound, penetrating a musical
etiquette never bound by existing limitations in
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