RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Serving Intellect - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Finding my way into imagination and it's forests where
I feel at home and comfortable, nothing to interfere
with what I have to do each day.
Writing poetry, listening to rhythms serving intellect
by taking my mind into a sensory perception, filled with
feelings and emotions.
Taking all memories into poetry that I'm writing and
putting out to the world, leaving no room for doubts when
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