Washing Upon The Shore Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A melancholic melody plays itself gently within, while a
demureness of inequality settles uncertainly next to a
brave and fearless heart.

Hoping to never be found to be wanting in any respect
towards another in life.

Perpetrating the solemnity of unknown phrases of lifetime
mysteries and taking everything into beautiful landscapes.

Another rhythm as yet, has not been developed in a musical
composition, but can be heard from within depths of my soul.