RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 148,069 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

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
of imagination.

There my spirit is generated fully and given an
infinite energy through intellect.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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