Gentle Breezes Blowing
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Entering gates of imagination, inventing and creating
beginning instantaneously, walking through forests,
across deserts, up and down mountains and ravines.
Seeing all types of animals and beauty of nature as it
surrounds me, flowers blossoming, welcoming me into
depths of my mind.
Gentle breezes whistling through intellect, giving an
energy to my being while writing poetically of all the
scenes I've imagined, exposing them in poetry.
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