Beginnings Of The End Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Vibrating in the evening of an enticing balance of
human nature, while relaxing and resting in the arm-
chair of rhythm.

Soliciting the atmosphere of another bright and
focused day at the circus, in minds of creativity,
solace filling every crevice and open space.

Within solitude and peace, thinking and pondering
throughout times of togetherness, everyone just being
themselves for a while in beginnings of the end.