RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Opening Treasures - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Folded curtains, partially opened, looking through
timeless eons of cloudy skies.
Always searching for answers, scanning horizons
others have lost, to complete individual preferences
while living still on earth.
Carefully optimizing everything, becoming who I am
to be, while traveling pathways others may never find
nor walk upon.
Forests and jungles open their treasures before me,
as I wander their lost valleys alone and forgotten.
Deep in my soul where I abide infinitesimally, forming
and molding particles of an entire lifetime.
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