Touching Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching Beauty



Rocking in chairs of listening, becoming calmer with every moment of existence being lived in rhythmic quietness.
Loving the peaceful designs working their way through my mind.
Delicately touching the beauty of nature and the past, tranquilly beckoning poetry to rise to the occasion, bringing a hope for another day of life on earth.

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