Inner Traits Of Subconsciousness

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing rapidly into motions of rhythms being played,
an innate talent being always kept on these fingertips
and on edges of a mind and intellect.

Rising higher and higher, following inner traits of sub-
consciousness that no one else can ever access or read un-
less this poet writes it into a poem or composes a symphony.

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