Timid Questions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Timid Questions



Settling my mind, quietly at ease, contemplating life's
bizarre requirements and to what extent or purpose they
are for.

Timid questions line themselves as thought begins
rotating towards ideas dealt from imagination.

Awaiting times of poetical discretion, enjoying the
moments through musical interludes as I exercise an inner
writing.

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