RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fantasies - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wild fantasies grow from independent minds,
where they are allowed to flourish.
Nourishing ideas from little seeds - watching them grow and bloom.
Standing aside, allowing them room,
being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.
One day soon to be explored in written words.
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