Intellect's Desert
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Getting lost in the desert of my intellect, roaming freely among it's designs and shapes.
Considering thoughts always emerging from an inner wisdom that can never be contained or blocked by anything or anyone.
A wonderful desert, I revel and glory in it's presence within me,
watching it's every sunrise and sunset as each day progresses.
A lively spirit always being observed gives it liberty to form ideas whenever it wants to.
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