Effortless Morning
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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1: 31 p.m.
Springing into the atmosphere, filled with an expoential
process of thoughts, crashing into this mind.
Walking through an effortless morning, standing for a
moment to look out upon a desert of many lessons and
details.
Arriving in moments of each tour through thoughts, placed
into each of these poems being written from memories piled
high in photographic images, awaiting recognition.
Always arriving at senses of intense pleasure when they
do so. 1: 32 p.m.
(10/25/14)
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