RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Morning Of Music - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Morning filled with music, helping me to take time
within innate talent, loving to think about life
and everything in it.
Leaving the past where it belongs, remembering the
good and special times that I've had, living in the
Looking to visions in the future where I will still
be working at living in my poetry, delving quietly
into atmospheres of diversity and intellect together.
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