Falling Into Line Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling Into Line



Riding across the inner plains of intellect,
galloping to the measures of rhythm as they
collide with the meaning of life.

Beauty and intense feelings being called in-
to the beginning of melodies as I fall into
line.

Staccato beat of it's sensations holding on-
to the landscapes of an individual idea,
creating the intensity of another realm.

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