RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Creating Literature - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hiding in clouds of my mind, lost in imagination's realm, unfolding fantasies in rhyme.
Silence, ethereal, still filling me without, allowing
total concentration on another dimension.
The world no longer exists as I write from within, picking
up, searching, looking again.
Creating literature from fonts hidden deep inside, brought
out to enlighten myself and the world.
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