Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Song Of Joy


Wonderfully happy, a song bringing me into realms of elated joy.
It's beat sending me into everlasting beauty accompanying my mind with words of excessive imagination.
Lovely, astounding, creating within my subconscious, taking me into skyways of flavored musical compositions, soaring into clouds of intense, profound beautiful poems.
Being transferred, transpired in many ways, never before seeing this higher dimension of life.
Insisting, keeping my mind elated, wanting it to never end - wanting to stay in this atmosphere of joy for the rest of my life.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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