RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rhythm Of Eternity - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Listening to that lonesome whistle as the train comes
Wintering thoughts come into mind, filling intellect
with their cold and lonely ideas.
Feelings of abandonment building within, totally
scattering emotions as they come into sight, letting
them all fill me with their verve and energy.
A total being filled with the rhythm of eternity.
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