New Rhythms Being Heard
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Looking into and out of windows of this mind, seeing
reflections of what used to be and now finding that
there are new rhythms wanting to be heard.
Also, wanting to be seen in a dimension of the whole
being, getting lost in heartache and pain as it raises
its diffident head.
Looking about, never expecting to find anything of
value or worth and yet something always comes from
its essence.
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