Innate Gift Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Innate Gift



Silence filling me exponentially, probing and penetrating
an interior innate gift, dispersing itself throughout my
being.

Every season finding it's way into my interior life through
the wayward intellect of my mind, socially encrypting every
particle and fiber of rhythms I'm listening to.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015
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