RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Counting Minutes - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strumming particles of life, listening to the music it
creates as rhythms of life fill us with beautiful serenity
Waltzing through a mind of idealic memories, counting
minutes of interior solitude, unfolding gently with every
note and beat of solace.
Altogether, acknowledging refrains of life in measures and
stanzas, incorporating all into efforts of living and being.
(9: 54 a.m. - 11/26/08)
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