RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Symmetrical Music


Centered deeply within my being, obliterating all noise around me, keeping my mind balanced with symmetrical music, playing violinly in tune with my writing.
Introducing sincere thoughts filled with learning even as they're written down, sending emotions thriving, into rivers, flowing along without stopping or pausing.
Combining all injustices into one large amount to be taken away and sent charging to the stormy ocean without reprieve or regrets.

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013
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