RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Spiritual Contemplation - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sentimentality dresses me each evening in it's splendor,
taking me away to future horizons as I dream tonight of
all things past.
Never settling for anything in this world, wanting to be
and do the best I can.
Traveling around in places of profound interest, no
doubts in place to ruin the peace I feel.
Interiorly assisting factions of spiritual contemplation
as sentimentality dresses me each evening in it's
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