Realms Of Creative Juices Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Realms Of Creative Juices



Voices singing deeply resonant and virile, no ghosts
hanging about as rhythms and music get up and twirl
around the dance floor.

Not hiding behind any shadows, nothing but expressions
of freedom, taking and stretching imagination, playing
into realms of creative juices for the time being, en-
joying the solitude of music all night long.

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