RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Leaving quietly in a reverie of saddened grief, taking my soul and hiding it beneath all the hurt of daily life.
Suctioning peace, trying to calm myself inside with serenity, enfolding my mind with silence that I cultivate all during life.
Following every idea across time and placement of curiosity, placing them all into chests of sensitivity.
Encasing them specially as treasures of unfound joy, displacing sorrow and giving a solace so deeply it can't be found.
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