Feeling Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feeling Imagination



Sliding into magnificent arenas of splendid thought, feeling
imagination touching my soul with it's fragrance.

Simmering silently, delicately, without any remorse as I filter
reality with non-existence.

Catapulting everything into cauldrons of insignificance left
on edges of memories in last days of sleeplessness.

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