Gently Folding Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently Folding Self



Capturing the brightness of this afternoon sun,
letting it fill me with it's effervescent beauty.

Writing from it's essence in moments of fantastic
styles, touching memories and images freely soaring
about within intellect.

So tenderly and quietly folding myself within the
solace of this afternoon.

Monday, June 1, 2015
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