Fluid Stillness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fluid Stillness



Standing still, hovering, balloons drift into my sight, lifting my spirit with their lightness and gaiety of colorful patterns.
Watching them with interest, interpreting their essence in fluid stillness of movement.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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