Lulling Passion
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Smoothly and tenderly, rising and falling with the swelling
of the ocean, as it's rhythm sinks within our intellect.
Building it's meaning through creativity, lulling passion
into a silent awakening, ideas along with thoughts, surfing
on top of the waves.
Harmony, like a violin stringing hearts, as they are gathered
into bouquets of sadness from beyond.
Cresting, foaming with imagination, as it crashes upon shore,
grasping sand, wishing to hold onto it forever, not flowing
back out to ocean depths again.
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