Grasping My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Grasping My Mind



Solitary, feeling isolated in catacombs of my mind,
yet walking through them, finding ancient beauty
around every corner.

Rituals and traditions standing out and grasping my
mind with their creativity, allowing my mind to see
extraordinary advances made in centuries long past.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
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