Soul's Mirrors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mirrors of my soul reflecting itself into heaven's clouds of hope.
Deciding to make the most of life here and now, through the music of flowing waterfalls of sound.
Splashing around in it's depths, washing away the cultivated dirt of human beings and taking aspirations beautifully into heaven's gardens.
Keeping pace with imagination and it's creative dreams, coming into their own on desert plains of poetical musing.