RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quiet dreams lying in sleep, unawakened by the morning sun,
sleeping soundly, not disturbing them at all, thinking of
those moments of the past.
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Reaching rhythms interiorly in the darkness of nighttime,
consoling feelings we've had to deal with during daylight
hours.
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Rushing through life, searching for possibilities of an en-
during love that will last forever in the end, a love that
will create value for both men and women.
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Life is full of want and desire, instead of focusing on what
is actually needed, egos constantly causing this misconception
throughout the years.
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Flights of imagination soar into the night, taking dreams with
them into the reality of an awakening enlightenment, feeling
so comfortable in corners of fantasies.
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Excuses reign in everyone's vocabularies, not wanting to tell
the truth for they might be thought of in a negative way, at
least that's their mind-set at the end of the day.
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Waking to a brand new morning, looking to nature, seeing it's
vibrant essence matching mine, titillating mind with exuberant
vibrations of pleasure.
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Piano tuning and playing itself interiorly, mind composing the
music simultaneously with no effort, coming so easily to this
intellect.
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Like raindrops falling from the heavens, ideas, concepts and
thoughts are tenderly gliding into intellect, watching as each
of them turn into puzzle pieces.
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Like raindrops falling from the heavens, ideas, concepts and
thoughts are tenderly gliding into intellect, watching as each
of them turn into puzzle pieces.
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