Sensing Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensing Pleasure



Down in the darkened bowl of earth, looking skyward, awaiting
the birth of a brand new day.

Sensing it's fantastic pleasure, stepping into time with it's
life-giving essence, going on to be whatever's left on the
following day.

To take it up and continue on the way again.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
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