Directions Of Magical Avenues Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going into repasts of yesterday, allowing peaceful aspects to
calmly bring me into pastimes enjoyed today, slowly, steadily, silently, moving into directions of magical avenues, staying
and reliving moments that were truly loved back then.

Carefully existing on the balcony of heaven, looking out
over the universe, contemplating the usefulness of every
individual, making the energy of everyone blend and work in
easing all for mankind's sake in the future.

Taking all improvements forward into a break-through of
technology in rhythm, soliciting only the most flowing and
original ones, coded for immediate processing without any
delays in productivity, accessing only the best in line for
the future.