RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Freedom Of Creativity - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wallowing in self-pity does no good, attempting to travel
onto new roads of lightened knowledge to begin anew is
Strengthening mind synapses with rhythmic measures of
intellect and it's patterns.
Seeing in the distance, a beautiful image of impeccable
posterity with a freedom of creativity, carrying everything
into the illumination of tomorrow.
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