RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Purpose Of Interior Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Listening to angelic music being composed within
my mind, nothing standing in the way.
Bluened light beckoning this mind with a clarity
and purpose of interior life.
Sensitive and innate, writing the essence of my
intellect into pages of poetry.
Poems will continue to fall upon many blank
pages before I finally succumb to death on my
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