RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Having saddened thoughts suddenly penetrating my mind,
realizing that my time here in India is almost coming
to an end.
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Loving experiences with a friend whom I dearly love,
sharing meals, thoughts, ideas, secrets, hopes and
dreams.
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Sandy shores along a river bank below, reminding me of
days gone by, walking down it's miles, looking out to-
wards the ocean.
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Tenderly thinking of my love, wishing he were with me on
this interior journey, for it's lonely here without his
company.
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Vacant spaces set in front of me, wanting to fill them
with ideas of thoughts, separating them from reality,
dispersing them throughout intellect.
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Looking into the vast desert of my mind, watching an arid
wind blow dust all about, filling the atmosphere with part-
icles of the desert, getting in my eyes at times.
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Climbing stairs into spaces of another universe, hoping
to find questions of life are going to be answered, sens-
ing time in every moment, slowly disappearing in thin air.
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Lasting feelings burning in my heart, yet alas, there's
no one waiting there for me, lights are dim, noise has
gone, rhythms playing softly.
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Tears swelling, rising more with every thought that comes
in silent prayers of wanted love, vibrant sensations touch-
ing heart and soul.
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Settling into delicate patterns of delectable attitudes,
tasting blossoms of India in the darkness, climbing it's
heights, finding depths of beauty flowing.
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