Watching Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Self



Dancing in my mind, the only way I can nowadays.

It gives me a feeling of pleasure as I watch
myself in visions of images, dancing in time with
rhythms of the sixties.

Totally amazing and relaxing to my entire body and
mind.

Soothing the tempo of the immediate future I'm
interred in.

Saturday, March 15, 2014
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