RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Individual Senses - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Delicate balance of nature perched insecurely on branches
of life, looking out upon the world, seeing details that
unfold right before my eyes.
Handling sights of individual senses and emotions, feeling
arid and vivid colors of the rainbow, thinking about it in combination with the all-pervading entity that lies within.
Never leaving my interior being, aware and awakened within
corners of this mind, living in a light of an effervescent
dimension, teaching elements needed to connect with each
one in intellect.
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