Giving Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Giving Pleasure
White clouds floating across the sky, giving pleasure as I
watch them alter and change themselves with help from the
wind and air currents.
Invisible to the eyes except for the movement of the clouds,
catching hold of one of them, climbing atop, sailing away
into the sunset.
All fears and doubts left behind to live without cognitive
thoughts, allowing them.
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