Sliding Over Visions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding Over Visions



Hay-colored fields catching my attention as a small helicopter flies over them in slow motion.
Rolling hills, my mind sliding over them in visions of beauty, lasting forever in my picturesque photographic mind screens.

Monday, April 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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