Spreading Wings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Spreading Wings
Peering out the window, looking at patterns of nature
imitated by man.
Natural curves glide across my eyesight and into my
open soul, while man-made angles clang and jab into
my mind, cluttering it with noise.
Objects of nature conducive to serenity and solace,
deep in contemplation, where I find strength and
spread my wings to fly in freedom all my days.
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