Touching Inner Spirits
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wandering through plateaus, covering a lot of ground
throughout the day.
Completely engrossed in the strength of daylight,
beating down upon me.
Touching inner spirits, playing them like a violin with
plenty of intensity and a lot of fortitude.
Pleasing interior senses with heartfelt rhythms, walking
down pleasant avenues and through desert mountains.
Beautiful sensations pulling at my soul, pursuing the
simplicity of poetry in depths of being, socializing with
spirits beyond anyone else's sight.
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