RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing With Interior Senses - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waving and sweeping across my mind, palm fronds
outside the window, playing with interior senses.
Watching as they say good morning, touching my
soul with their gently fingers.
Beautiful and tantalizing, taking me into depths
There my spirit is generated fully and given an
infinite energy through intellect.
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