My Own Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

My Own Rhythm



Falling right in with my own rhythm, not worrying
about a thing, because I know nothing is going to
be alright.
A perfect sentence fitting every aspect of my life
on earth.
An exacting timing of measures filling out the
essence of my being, giving me a brightened
illumination of everything expected in the round of
daily life.

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