Interior Place Of Perfection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music being played, tempos keeping pace with this heart contemplating life atmospheres interiorly, loving the energy of another dimension where there are no mistakes.

An interior place of perfection that not many people will ever see, but artistic and creative people are roped into this like a cattle drive in the good old west.

Poetically riding waves of success, rising to heavenly melodies, symphonies and rhapsodies that are never-endingly taking hold while living and keeping time with an ex-citing and vibrant energy.