A Collection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Collection



Soft lights floating around the dance floor,
drifting on and over whomever is standing there.
Accumulating measures of total participation,
taking it all into a collection to be given to
imagination's senses.
Being made and formed into beautiful books of
preparation for tomorrow's accomplishments.

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