Streaming Language Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Streaming Language



Branches and leaves being blown about in the wind,
pulling my heartstrings back and forth with them.

Streaming language forming throughout an atmosphere,
hoping to alight in a poem of their own fancy.

Tickling and laughing at the antics of nature as
everything plays with the essence of playful Mother
Nature.

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