Easter Sunday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Easter Sunday



Stretching across miles of desert views, feeling all of it's nature touching my soul with exquisite prayer.
A spiritual high filling me as I touch edges of heaven with my mind.
Sightful visions entering my subconsciousness on a beautiful, peaceful Easter Sunday.

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