RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silent Pastimes Of Expression
Rocking to rhythms of inner tempos, taking choices to the extreme,
living the dream with no qualms or distaste and taking notions
into atmosphere's of lively entertainment.
Sojournly feeling sensory perception as it engulfs me beyond any
expectation of life - soaring into avenues and pathways never taken before.
Collapsing on negative attitudes, never considering picking them
up or bringing them along, just enjoying every moment, flying into musical scores of behavior, and jumping through hoops to get to the best part of life over the moon.
Signatures enveloping every thought, connecting with a creative
process, awakening more each moment, scattering themselves
through memories, lying haphazardly on shores of lonely horizons,
awaiting silent pastimes of expression.
Sanguinely portraying an attitude of beautiful symmetry, taking
me across borders and scraping against patterns, filling me with
intense moments of movement and tidal motions of existent salient
stratosphere lent by heaven's gardens to portray on earth.
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