Delicate Strands Of Prose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Delicate Strands Of Prose
Turning and pivoting through life, not wanting to miss a
thing, as it may pertain to a poem in the making.
A creation of desire - a thought of nature - as it expires
in the midnight air.
Sensing delicate strands of prose, dangling in my
imagination, waiting to be plucked and arranged neatly
into stanzas of musical precision - eternal poems one
day to be read by everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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