Style Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Returning joys felt in childhood, feeling their innocent beginnings filling me again through an artistic grace of musical songs - being played over and over again in my mind.
Being absorbed once again, expanding my horizons and spreading my wings to enter a dimension of freedom never flown in before.
Silently, sounding new ideas into areas of my brain, untouched until just now.
Enjoying their splendid feelings as they fit my style of being from now on.