RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Longing for peace and serenity, being alone, untethered,
tied to no one, loving to be reminded of past single days
when life was one good time.
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Noticing lately that my eyesight is deteriorating a
little, not able to always focus when writing or
reading.
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Taking trips through my subconscious mind, playing and
touching everything I find, discovering new properties
that exist, but only if you know where to find them in
your interior life.
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Walking through spacious parks being imagined within my
open and fresh imagination, touching upon the spiritual
nature of my being.
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Remembering the past as I move forward, being careful to
not repeat past mistakes, wanting life to start out fresh
and renewed every morning when I awaken to a morning sun.
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Watching signs strewn all over town, proclaiming certain
companies are the best, products are better, all types of
hype trying to sell inferior products and services.
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Sparkling beauty spread through the night, glistening in
the darkness, touching minds with it's reality, timidly
brightening every corner.
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Strengthening inner ties to spirituality through meditation
and contemplation, finding an inner purpose binding this
interior life with the world around me.
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Running throughout ideas and concepts in intellect, en-
joying their refreshing new aromas and textures, giving
my mind challenges that it cannot resist.
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Looking at the scope of things around me, wanting
to expand it's uses and productivity to make things
better for all of humanity.
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