RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Writing poetry is a way I have to get into people's minds,
touching their feelings, letting emotion flow out into the open.
Tears piled inside for years find their way down faces of withheld
Relieving hearts of many, my poetry is kept always in hearts gentle hands.
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