RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Perfect Illumination - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hurriedly running into the sunset, trying to beat
it to the horizon where I like to sit and contem-
plate the other side of life.
Born to be a part of a livid and delightful vision
that always gives such a perfect illumination of
distant thoughts and ideas.
Satisfied and contented being within the beauty of
an inner atmosphere, going beyond life and it's
incessant turmoil and strife.
Wanting to always be a part of another dimension
where there is nothing but the solace of joy and
happiness in another lifetime.
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