Crying tears of sadness, enveloping my mind in a form of abandonment.
Challenging my mind, taking it on a journey of pastimes, giving me experiences to be relived over and over again.
Always repeating circumstances, yet never writing the same thing twice.
Filling every nook and cranny with bluened light, left over from graceful rhythms that at once take over my intellect.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/graceful-rhythms/
