RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Blue glass forming pictures of reality, seen clearly detailed in images formed behind great minds.
Taunting puzzles enter perfect reflections, expecting answers which are not easily given.
Life becomes too real if thought about - too scary to talk about out aloud.
Quietly it is written down in whispers for only the brave of heart to venture into.
Realms of thought left standing around become transparent and the blue glass of reality frames each particle into life's true perspective.
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