Soul whispering into the heavens, allowing a glance into it's special beauty of spirituality.
Accessing new and broader aspects, opening up doors and windows, airing out all the years of being kept hidden until written out in poetry.
Holding all up to warmth of the sun as I reach continually towards a new beginning.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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