Writing Tangent
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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A single touch of beginning rhythm sets my mind on a tangent of writing.
Selecting words for each poem being organized as it flows over the edge of an interior waterfall.
Steadily careening down a steep mountainside, falling with every droplet of water, cascading down into depths of it's watery soul.
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