RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rhythms Gliding - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waking to gentle, swaying rhythms, loving how they glide
over our beings as we open our eyes to the morning sun.
Getting us all ready for the day, not worrying about the
They're standing outside ready to attack us with their
lies and evil ways, but we are no longer listening.
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