Ringlets Of My Childish Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ringlets Of My Childish Mind
Slipping, sliding into many measures of inner music,
guitar carrying me into another tomorrow, filtering
the wonder of this total moment into it.
Holding onto ringlets of my childish mind, hoping
to never forget the pure innocence captured in my
intellect from childhood.
Nothing left to do, but go with the flow, traveling
lightly to sounds of musical compositions alone and
untiringly.
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5/7/2024 11:26:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonder of this childish mind is interestingly drafted and shared with wise vision. Amazing sharing.10