RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Alone - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Romance and talent sit alone most time,
perched on fence posts looking towards
fresh new horizons, unfolding ideas and
thoughts like umbrellas.
There are no moods or fantastic spheres
to toss about.
Allowances are always made for debutante
Whiling away vacant stares of inner
turmoil, love steps aside, finding being
alone is much more satisfying.
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