Sweeping My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sweeping My Mind
Slowly sweeping my mind, stirring up treasures forgotten for a while, picking up, and examining them with a gentle touch, a quiet vision.
Expecting wonder as each one comes alive in words brought on by music.
Living in a world of my own, enjoying the sights I see.
Catapulting joyfully into sounds of beauty as they are traced by my photographic mind and placed in lines of sense.
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