Mind In An Interior Playground Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind In An Interior Playground



Mind marching in time with rhythms being beaten on a set of
drums, entertaining and wonderful sounding, running on an
interior playground.

Chasing butterfly notes, lightening bugs racing through the
air, lighting the way in darkness; such a wonderful time
being had in the middle of this mind's imagination.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,poem,running
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