RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Evening Out Splinters - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Drinking in the beauty of life through every poem written
to rhythms and music being listened to.
Evening out the rough and shoddy splinters of pain, loss,
sorrow and abandonment that we get stung with in life.
Holding onto the essence of our interior natures and
innate gifts, showing the world who we are, truly children
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