RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waters Of Thought
Pressing rhythm as it touches my brain, relating words
and definitions to meanings of life, as it rotates in
unendingly beautiful accord.
Surrendering self into a gentle musical melody,
carefully taking it's rhythm and becoming a part of it
in sublime joy, as words flow out upon paper, telling
of what lies behind my eyes in visions of scenery
always at hand.
Trolling along, hands swirling in waters of thought,
picking up along the way, tidbits to relate in prose.
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