RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Night ghosts roam around desert gardens, botanical in nature,
searching for descriptions left in cacti and aloe vera.
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Family - a means to an end - a heredity of people
joined together by DNA.
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People rushing to and fro, greeting others,
enjoying conversations and company, sharing
experiences with one another.
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Reaching into depths of all yesterday's,
feeling around.
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Constant reminders, blinding daylight,
keeping it at bay.
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Reeling in a circumference of minor chords brings about
exchanges in major particles of the brain.

Exercising freely, untangling questions from their
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Life turns itself into many avenues, dimensions and forms.

Predicting movement of individual beings throughout daily
activities.
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A gentleman, singing tunes of past generations, dignified,
filled with rhythm, a joy to listen to.

Amazingly, his voice is the same tone as that of Dean
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Entertainment holding attention of everyone as they smile
and feel good, listening to music of old.
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Traveling alone, living a solo existence, lonely from all
outside respects.
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