Seasons Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seasons Of Tomorrow



Visions of quiet sounds, reaching my sight with
expected reasoning and logic's absolute power.
Until that is, wisdom touches it with a reverence
it cannot ignore.
Sensing delicate balances as reaching ever inward
I fall into a sphere, filled with an aura of beauty,
willing to take me on a journey into seasons of
tomorrow.

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