Coming Back In Time
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Guitar picking and being strummed like our hearts while listening to music, minds contemplating in serene atmospheres rising to every occasion as it comes about.
Never leaving this place, always coming back to it in time through a photographic memory that has now been etched within it.
Loving the wonder of it all as the music continues to waltz, taking a drink from a symphony while sensing notes in rhapsodies as life completes them interiorly through poetry.
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