Seeing Leaves Dangle
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Targets swinging in front of my sight, as leaves dangle
seemingly through a window.
Staring at the views of life being lived inside, people
gathered, listening to music as the leaves listen to the
faint echoes of every beat as it is being sung.
Vibrations being felt through the glass, blending music
with that of rhythms in nature itself.
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