Folding Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Folding Self



Regaling life and nature in many poems,
always being one with nature, because
those of human nature don't understand
what I do.

Folding myself into a cocoon, feeling
nature hold me closely, loving me for
who I am.

At least I have this to keep me going
on a daily basis.

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