Intellect's Parlor
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Looking from within an interior garden, feeling peaceful
and contented.
Having nothing to interfere with my mind, just relaxing
on a couch in intellect's parlor.
Enjoying this visit, learning and finding the essence of
what I am doing while writing poetry.
Clouds lifted from landscapes of sorrow secreted within
my mind, feeling weight being lifted from my shoulders.
Tears are flowing away and into rivers on their way to
the ocean.
Watching their glimmering and glistening grief being
carried into another dimension far from my being.
Relief flooding through me as I find a new pathway in life
to follow to my final horizon and slowly moving forward.
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