RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Triple Pleasure - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lively memories singing in the night, tantalizing my
mind with many images of long ago.
Bringing so much talent to the forefront, as I sit
watching it perform, I am amazed at it's fortitude
and solemn concentration.
Nothing like it found outside of me, so it's a
triple pleasure every time I go within and contemplate
(10: 33 a.m. - 11/19/13)
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