Grasping My Mind
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Solitary, feeling isolated in catacombs of my mind,
yet walking through them, finding ancient beauty
around every corner.
Rituals and traditions standing out and grasping my
mind with their creativity, allowing my mind to see
extraordinary advances made in centuries long past.
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