Refueling My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Refueling My Soul



Rain crossing over, landing on the ground, wetting
me in the interim.

Cleansing and refueling this soul with the solace
of raindrops falling.

An essence of passion being used within, encompassing
the wholeness of my being.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014
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