RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Remembering those pure white winters of youth at Christmas
time, singing songs pertaining to the season quietly lying
beneath the snow.
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Gathering around the Christmas tree, listening to music
as the tree began to be decorated.

Ornaments being reflected in colorful lights draped
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Crystals of snow falling into melodies of Christmas,
giving everyone rhythms of a time when younger and
captivated with joy and happiness of Christmas.
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A bluened light escaping from within, shining and reflecting
upon instruments, shimmering into the night, reminding
people of the Divine.
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Rhythms beating against the darkness of this night, enlightening
people through music as it takes us into an absolute joy and
happiness that never expires.
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Settling into a mind-set of love and life, touching poetical
minds and hearts, playing in a fastidious atmosphere of music,
taking time to dance in the wakefulness of lively music.
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Taking chances, wondering how everything will be done before
the final beginning will find its way through the mix of life
and death.
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Tonight, leaving life on doorsteps of the future, hoping to
explore every avenue leading into a relaxing mood of total
solitude.
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Walls of waves, light reflecting off and on in a variety
of colors, leaving auras situated in mind and intellect,
rising then jumping into a chorus of tender feelings.
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Stepping into music, listening to the beats as they sway and
move in time with rhythms, treating everyone to an intellectual
way of musical abilities.
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