RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Moments of innocence rest safely in the back of our minds through
the years, being cherished and precious to our beings, proud of
them through the years.
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Striking out, loving the freedom of being alone with self, finding
an inner strength, refreshing faith, restoring hope, none of which
any other person could ever do for a person.
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Playing the piano of this mind, letting it take intellect into
ports of this soul where God has His hand, keeping this mind
open to sounds of nature.
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Gently playing concertos while writing poetry, matching them
intuitively with what's written, loving the mystical and
magical melodies that come about while playing them on the
piano of this mind while writing.
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Magical and mysterious, thoughts dance and play within
intellect, collecting data from coded rhythms, placing
it all into poetry that's being written.
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Haunting dreams following avenues of nightmares where
things don't always make sense, taking me into very
mysterious denizens.
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Walking through lanes of beauty, living in nature and
taking my time, watching it at play, enjoying every-
thing about it's essence in our lives.
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Staking claims in life, everyone looking to find why they
matter in this life, hoping to find an unconditional love
from that special person created just for them.
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Softly traipsing through yet another day, thinking and
wondering why I'm still here, mind scattering thoughts
all about.
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Easily walking down empty desert trails, capturing nature
as I go on photographic screens interiorly, watching as
differences captivate intellect.
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