RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Warehousing of ideas, soars above normal routines of ordinary
folks.
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Sidewalks venturing timidly out in all directions, altering
parts of scenery with their concrete ways.
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Textures mixing and blending with moods of many people's
rhythms, not holding back on any plains.
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Stopping short, suddenly realizing the impact of impending
doom stationed at the doorstep of life.

Tunneling through grounds of catacombs, searching for ways
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Biased opinions stated early in life have a way of fading
as the years go by.

Somehow reality sets in and we begin to allow others the
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Twilight stationed at the gates of ending life,
signaling the start, the birth of beginning in
another time.
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Keys of opening treasures are embedded within my mind, they
can be touched by music, lightly, emotionally, beautifully
opening chests of golden genius hiding inside them.
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Skating across skyways, kicking up cloud dust in the wake of
youthful undertakings.

Scuffling with toes along the rocky bottoms of dry river beds,
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Walking carefully into the essence of desert realms,
forgetting nothing as life memories are collected on
photographic screens, intellectually set in time.
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Life lives on without us, it wends it's way down paths of
giving and sacrificing.

There are no obstacles large enough to block it, for life
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