Mysterious Whispers
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Looking around, hearing sounds of mysterious whispers,
seeing that they're coming from a bluened light deeply
and intensely inside.
Finding self in the midst of this intense and quiet
peace, feeling it touching a poetical soul all through
the days of life.
Appreciating every tiny bit of love as it falls like
teardrops within a heart, mind, intellect and soul,
never to be denied again in any atmosphere or dimension.
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