Mirages Of Another Era Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Horses galloping across this mind and through creative musical
landscapes touching upon the beauty of being in the desert of
life.

Exacting the fruition of being while riding bareback, hair
flowing in the breeze, heart beating pleasurably in silence
and sounds of an arid desert breeze.

Watching picturesque portraits of this Arizona desert look-
ing like mirages appearing and disappearing like a mystical mysterious magic of another era through imagination.