RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Following paths forsaken by others, learning to rely and depend on themselves.
Knowing they are nothing but a speck of dust in the entire universe of space and timelessness.
Withholding moments of existence, hiding them in depths of their soul, unable to be reached by any other.
Quietly peaceful and serene, resting in the wisdom and knowledge of creativeness.
Recognizing genius of imagination and focusing talents possessed through a mind of unconsciousness.
A vast repertoire, an endless journey throughout life, all begun and ended within a soul, contemplated and confirmed by their very own existence.
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