Beauty Flows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beauty Flows



Rushing, running quickly into the desert brush, hiding
beneath a full moon.

Thinking that no one can see, not realizing that beauty
flows no matter what happens to be in the way.

Concepts continuing to fall, cascading into picturesque
landscapes of another dimension.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014
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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 05 November 2014

Nice flow of words.....RoseAnn.......well composed......

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