RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Soothing lotion of music comforting me, placating my
soul with energized senses and soulful occupations.
Over mountainous plains and desert oceans, turning
corners and finding adventure at every turn.
Living in an ordinary body, yet being extraordinarily
gifted in the art of poetical works and definitions
of human nature.
Contemplating and inquiring, figuring out novel ways
to ask questions of life.
Afterwards, resuming the quest for answers in abysses
of knowledge, learning more than ever, yet finding I
know less and less.
A query in my mind with an answer I'll never learn or
know while on earth.
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