RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rhythmic Reflections - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rippled water touching my imagination with proliferation,
subconsciously entertaining self within abysses waiting to
Silence beckons thoughtful stances, becoming major works
of art through literature.
Watching reflections wave back and forth in rhythm, with
wind blowing across faces of this earth.
Wordlessly carrying breaths of fresh air wherever it goes,
freedom of being is it's fare in life.
Wandering rhythmically with sounds, foreign and domestic,
drawing in a universe and space of people.
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