Rhythms Falling Onto The Floor Of This Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rhythms Falling Onto The Floor Of This Soul
One after another, thoughts coming into this mind, feeling
their intensity as they reach out and touch mind and in-
tellect with an ideal sense of feeling.
Never missing a detail while this mere poet keeps on going,
ignoring everything in order to listen to rhythms as they
continue to fall onto the floor of this soul, being lifted
and taken into the purest innocence of music.
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