Yielding The Beauty Of Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Yielding The Beauty Of Living
Watching time fill moments with things to do, at
times seeming to capsize minds in a canoe.
Searching and finding so many things that seem to
stretch imagination, yield to the beauty of living.
Watching it come to fruition daily, an incessant
rhythm insisting on taking up residence in a mind.
Awakening chords and tempos lying undiscovered on
patios of yesterday.
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