Inner Guitar
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Crossing ridges of ecstasy, finding them challenging
and invigorating.
Softly picking an inner guitar, sounds taking me for-
ward, stepping quietly into moonlight on the edge of
night.
Watching for the sensations and colors of an inner
rhythm to take me into depths of heaven and back again,
just finding reasons to stay alive.
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