Fresh Aroma Of Newly Fallen Rain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fresh Aroma Of Newly Fallen Rain
Trees, bushes, leaves, flowers that I've never seen before
in my life are surrounding me with their intense and myst-
erious brilliance.
All of them manifesting beauty of India, smelling a fresh
aroma of newly fallen rain on this special little heaven
deep in a forest on the side of a mountain.
Receiving the blossom of faith from above, as I sit and
write of the beautiful creations of God's that I'm seeing
everywhere I look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:52:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a slice of life, a day in the life of RoseAnn, but occuring as it does in India it takes on a very magicval quality that I respond to greatly. This is the kind of writing that turns setting into a character, and reverie into action, and just being there into plot.