Unequaled Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Unequaled Thought
Intoxicating perfumes of rhythm, carry me away with scents of music.
Technically taking me down paths of smooth and easy slopes, climbing gently, making sure I can rest comfortably in strides of unequaled thought.
Lying down on beds of roses, thinking wonderfully of a multitude of energetic sounds, living in the circumference of many portraits of living as they are painted on screens inside.
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