Wandering Through This Poetical World
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Walking up the side of a mountain in my mind, even though
it's across the street from me, writing of it's effects
upon my soul as I listen to music.
Wandering through this poetical world, freely and simply,
it's bigger than the world I live in, having many other
dimensions and universes opening automatically to intellect.
So pure, nothing to pollute it because no one else can enter
into it's realms, innocence and purity belonging only to me
as long as I live.
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