Mirroring A Forest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mirroring A Forest



Beating rhythms taking me along river banks, mirroring a forest of tangled pines.
Tossing many thoughts into a pile of scenic portrayals, watching to see which one will prevail and commit locomotive functions.
Certain designs appear and become invisible in moments of time.
Relatively finding rhythm's somehow penetrating the solace of tomorrow's spaces.

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