RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Forests Of Belonging - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rinsing my thoughts in a special formula, bluened by
knowledge of a special kind.
Feeling refreshed, taking a breather inside them,
figuring out so many things I've always wanted to
know and now can find the answers right at my finger
Comforting thoughts, taking me by the hand and leading
me into denizens of forests of belonging, feeling at
home at last.
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