RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sweeping Ideas - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A sky filled with tears now raining down, salting our
forests and deserts of earth, providing beauty for all
of humankind in one way or another.
Somnolent desires peering out between the drops as
they fall, sweeping ideas forming and surrounding
intellect with the presence of knowledge.
Wanting to be recognized right now, yet leaving it to
the necessity of wisdom to do with it what it sees fit.
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