RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Rolling hills, taking me across vast plains and deserts
of creative wisdom, contemplating endeavors to bring
existence into a being of words for everyone to see and
Tasting every fiber of essence, beginning to see an aura
of plenty descending upon my existence.
Strolling along, taking in details missed by so many
others filled with their own minds in trials and suffering.
Conscientious, awakening every sense to fulfill my purpose
in this short, translucent life.
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