Senses Of Habituation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Senses Of Habituation



A sound, a smell, a touch of soul welcomes nature
into existing senses of habituation.
Strewn throughout forests of intellection, knowledge
grows itself like moss on northern sides and
hemispheres of imagination.

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