Mind Rinsing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Rinsing



Rinsing my mind, touching my heart, notes of enrichment
flow through me, allowing imagination's gates to open
wide and spread it's wings, developing poetry.
A contemplative form of spirituality, filling my being
innately from memory's storehouse.
Freedom enjoying itself beyond human limits, without
rules of coercion.

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