Succumbing To Interior Peace
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Calmly, reticently succumbing to an interior peace fill-
ing my being, taking my soul into a bluened atmosphere
within.
Capturing my attention with a barbed intellectual sensation,
hoping to prepare my mind for an interior perception coming
silently about.
Hanging in mid-mind like a helicopter hovering above the
floor of my soul, showing efforts of delectable bits of
knowledge that have accumulated throughout the years.
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