RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fragrant Aromas Of Being Taught - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Snapping elastically, neurons and synapses mentally
being exercising through rhythms, generating thoughts
and ideas plentifully.
Enjoying fragrant aromas of being taught along with
tempos of rhythm being listened to, experiencing the
beautiful aspirations of intellect.
Blending with reality and spirituality, giving an inner
energy that cannot be given anywhere else except in this
particular sphere interiorly.
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