This Moment Of Being
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Swinging on a porch swing, letting soul rise into the sunrise as life meets it half way up, traipsing and walking into a world that never tires of being energized.
Loving how it gives such an anticipation while living on another lever that no one can see, only hear in the darkness, no worries at all.
Moving, rocking along the way, putting on airs that go absolutely nowhere in this particular moment of being, wanting to find paths once again where no one else can exist.
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