Growing Mature Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growing Mature Ideas



Silence opens up my mind at times, growing mature ideas
and culminating the day's thinking in an aftermath of
daily routines.
Slaying, bantering thoughts as they slide up and down my
mind, giving childhood visions of talent.
Sloshing through rain puddles, free from rhetoric and
inane rules.

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