Eulogies Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Eulogies Of The Past
Staccato beats tapping at my mind, wanting doors
of intellect to open up, spilling out upon the
floor of my soul's heart.
Alluring feelings and emotions going into breeze-
ways of spirituality, cherishing and brandishing
beauty of interior landscapes with eulogies of the
past.
Reverberating through my mind, transfixed and wander-
ing on pathways, watching as clouds flow past over-
head.
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