Mind Buds
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Knocking on wooden doors of the past, wanting to elicit
wondrous memories, tantalizing good times out into the
open.
Wantonly passing through aisles of left over facets of
unlived life, throwing arms, raising eyebrows, falling
into the very existence of poetical forms and words.
Creatively dousing poems with flames of desire, burning
to be known.
Adjusting existent walkways, veering off onto lanes and
making highways of imagination's choice.
Titillating various mind buds with exquisite, savory
flavors, tasting of the very essence of life's boudoir.
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