RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Living In Recesses Of Intellect - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Recognizing prospects of happiness in life when looking
to nature and God.
Never falling into step with another, because they will
not understand or acknowledge what it is that I'm trying
Always looking to work things out, living in recesses
of intellect, being saved by it's intellectual pursuits.
Loving every rhythm that helps to create portraits and
landscapes from an innate imagination.
Turning them consecutively into the reality of our lives,
hoping that I'm doing it correctly and not steering any-
one in the wrong direction.
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