Spirits Of Our Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cogitating, listening to music, enjoying rhythms soaring
into other dimensions where different patterns and designs
are created.

Beautiful landscapes tread onto photographic screens,
finding solutions to age-old problems in our world,
satisfying the interior curiosity of intellect with every
form of creativity being used and expressed.

No other place can be as open and honest as within the
spirits of our souls, never taking away from the necessity
of it's purpose in life.