Pure Wishful Thinking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pure Wishful Thinking



Wind blowing just outside, branches waving in time with the
music being listened to.

Quiet silence speaking, yet this mind is taking notice of
every detail going on in the environment.

Sky so blue it looks like an ocean, wanting to swim above
in it's heavenly purity.

Wishful thinking carrying imagination to all aspects of
nature while writing.

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