RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Underbrush - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Riding through jungles and underbrush of musical
measures, rhymed in poetical journals of a mere
Finding fascinating and strung out landscapes
throughout life and it's many impossibilities,
never straying far from possibilities.
Always standing steadfast in realms of reality,
noticing everything in a fresh new way, finding
that life has taken on a new light.
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