RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 13,914 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Independent Flight


Letting emotions flow in time with melodies and rhythms,
transposing all thought into prose and enjoying every
moment of thinking.

A freedom leaving me alone to have an independent flight
into channels of remorseful living.

Giving exact timing it's share of fame, while I training
all images to walk down a street chosen just to allow them
to move about freely, feeling the extraordinary freedom of
living in the moment.

Allowing all desires to be fulfilled entirely within this
sphere of time, and allocated just for this specific purpose
in life.

Soaring into the sky, headed for outer space, where I will
be in peace at once.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 14, 2014

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