Fields Of Vision, Awaiting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fields Of Vision, Awaiting



Quietly walking into fields of visions, awaiting thought-
ful poetical interludes, facing every difficulty head on,
nothing ever standing in the way.

Deftly taking the world on my own, listening to drums
beating in the near distance, accepting all reality in
spheres of intellect that stay close to me interiorly,
never abandoning me like people do.

Thursday, June 16, 2016
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