Ingenuity Of Purpose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking sorrows into beds of roses, filling them with
nourishing tastes of salted tears coming from interior
wells.

Scents touching senses of a being, brought to life
through an exploratory curiosity of this mind being
exploded in rhythms of color and auras displayed in a
mind of talented creativity.

Using an ingenuity of purpose to develop and process
them all onto pages of words, music and canvas's of
perfection.