RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fulfilling Interior Desires - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Talking doesn't exist when within intellect, allowing my
interior waterfall to flow on it's own, taking me in all
Fulfilling interior desires of spirituality that are now
blending with thoughts of poetical landscapes, beautiful
and enticing, coming together with every note.
Colors of the atmosphere exploding like interior fire-
works, bursting throughout the universe, seething and
intense thoughts flowing from them.
Outer dimensions, shining, reflecting back in upon the
waterfall of my mind, a splendid feeling of tantalizing
energy touching me with an interior spirituality.
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