Intense Deserts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intense Deserts



Sad things come to mind on empty playgrounds
of childhood.

Memories never being stilled, continually
being shown in images being recalled.

Forward-minded thoughts, developing by them-
selves in the intense deserts of interior
intellect.

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