Innately Being Touched Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Innately Being Touched



Shouting into the stillness with a purpose of destinations.
Figuring out how to penetrate walls of future detachment, climbing out of canyons, taking nature on a spiral of beauty, innately being touched by souls from beyond.
Situated in caverns, deeply set in time, leaving no stone unturned, giving outwardly, each thought of tomorrow.

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