Interior Lights Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interior Lights
Staccatoly moving through intense rhythms of wipe out being
played by Neil.
Such intense beats and tempos, taking us into circumferences
of interior lights.
Guaranteeing the most adverse poetry on earth, writing the
staccato beats into words, stepping into line with the drum
and it's beautiful rhythm.
A sincere and intelligent part of who I am, and always intend
to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 4:44:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I liked it. I enjoyed the poet's style.