Intense Deserts
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sad things come to mind on empty playgrounds
of childhood.
Memories never being stilled, continually
being shown in images being recalled.
Forward-minded thoughts, developing by them-
selves in the intense deserts of interior
intellect.
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