Desert Acres
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Lively spirit walking through desert acres,
enjoying time spent and being quiet.
A soulful peace descends on natural surroundings,
filling interiorly, a deep abysmal chasm.
Allowing life to have it's fill, forsaking closeness,
others and the world.
Being true to self, lifting spiritually through
adversity and trials, taking off without a backward
glance, living alone although never lonely, because
nature has become one with self.
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