Innermost Desires Hiding In Moments Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shaking in atmospheric blankets of cold rain, hiding behind the
scene, totally waiting their turn as hours come and go, nothing
to fear as wanton emotions rise and fall interiorly.

Reaching innermost desires that continue hiding in moments of
tomorrow, hoping for more than has ever been gotten before, a
wonderful picturesque position that plays itself out in poetry.

Possibly one day it'll be known as literature and no one will
ever dispute the facts at all, entering figments of imagination,
taking time to become a reality of our lives here on earth.

No one can ever change the elevation of music that lies in a
wonderful situation of joy and its happiness, claiming whatever
is in the shadows, trying to perfect their attitude and tell-
tale moment in life.