RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Insight


Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me
and playing a beautiful symphony with the
gentle breeze.
It touches my soul and draws me nearer to
heaven and God.

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013

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An Observation:

Shells peacefully hanging,
swaying to the rhythm of
unseen air.

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  • Amitava Sur (6/13/2014 7:28:00 AM)

    A very own poetical perception as viewed by the individual. As here in this way by the poet.

    Another view - - - -

    Again in the same situation another person will think as if along with the breeze the leaves, branches and the trees are bowing in a symphony to welcome the person in this earth to be with them.
    But in either way this is lovely to imagine (Report) Reply

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