Inner Inclinations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Inner Inclinations



Watching drums fall carefully into my mind, keeping time with my inner experiences and destiny.
Totaling many efforts of past inclinations while moving, swaying, dancing in a frill of music, holding onto a peace sincerely felt inside.
Deeply held beliefs being carried interiorly towards fate's doors.

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