Rhythms Being Fiddled Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms Being Fiddled



Speedy and clearly understood through every note in rhythms that are being fiddled in many measures this night at karaoke.

Whistling eerily into the atmosphere, never quitting, moving rapidly through avenues wanting to feel every sensations felt throughout the darkness, ready for some daylight.

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