RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Joyful Sensations - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rain falling into intellect, rinsing it clean, giving
me a brighter outlook on life, able to focus in better.
Trickling down my heart and soul, tickling my sense of
humor and making me laugh out loud.
Joyful sensations being created by imagination, taking
me onto pathways of enlightened wit and humor,
developed by inner wisdom's beauty.
(10: 56 a.m. - 11/21/13)
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