Mysterious Palaver Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Mysterious Palaver
At last being sung a lullabye, softening my heart,
touching the divine within me.
Sacrifice and suffering melting away like ice cream
in a cone, dripping away, for now.
Senses touching fragrantly, my being, bringing it
to realizations of human nature.
Wholly involved in activities encased in mysterious
palaver, while hearing sounds of tomorrow's destiny.
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