Reaching For Temperate Sides Of An Interior Life Of Spirituality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching For Temperate Sides Of An Interior Life Of Spirituality



Throttle being pulled and pushed, rushing this cycle of imagination into the sky above, heralding the morning of a brand new day.

One that holds onto an imaginational reality instead of the real world, reaching for temperate sides of an interior life of spirituality as ghost riders keep moving forward into the darkness of yesterday once more.

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