In the Making
We are all grasping forward
To touch and befriend with our mind
The gentle and soothing words
That will keep our senses attuned
To the rhythm of the poem
And our soul engrossed
In the smooth sounds of its song
And when the words in harmony
Like music notes on a staff
Do form a melody
Thankful are we to see
That words do grow and so do we
Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017
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