RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Clouds gathering like moss around the north side of a
tree, a special look at how they contain themselves in
groups innately and are never taught to do so.
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Falling into and separating many details found in
life, bringing about alignment and adjustments in
inner thought processes.
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Recklessly streaking down coveted lanes in life's strident depths, wanting to travel alone and independently of anyone or anything.
Calmly accepting the acquiescence of trials in this time, as aging periods of all beauty is situating itself in my way.
Avoiding the obstacles, tackling them when unable to, with a gentle stubborness held within my Sicilian heart.
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Early evening breezes blowing leaves rapidly, having
them brush the atmosphere with their gentle and frail
fingers.
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Mind solidly sitting in daydreams of this evening,
watching wind blow everything around, sky blue,
sun shining lower in the eastern atmosphere.
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Heart standing out in my mind, sparkling and shining
with the beauty of an unconditional love from another.

Continually surprising with it's absolute and total
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Tapping into the universe, this mind finds a wealth of
information and ideas that are overflowing from within
it.
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Watching time tick away, wondering how it manages
to keep track of itself without a watch or clock.

Hands of each moving around in a circular motion,
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Lighting up gardens of roses, shining on their petals,
letting them be seen by passers-by.

Beautiful and extravagant, sitting prettily upon thorny
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