RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Reflections Of Rhythm - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sliding comfortably into a rhythm of reflection, taking
me deeply along the straightaway, touching and being
touched by nature.
Loving it's essence and aroma, filling this intellect,
being effervescently given a meaning as I write.
Traipsing, lolling about, having pleasure enter my heart
and soul, tantalizing and alluring desires to peek about.
Wanting someone to hold and hug, helping, giving a hand
to climb mountains, cross ravines and canyons standing
before me on the road to heaven.
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