Beings On Their Last Horizon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking, walking down avenues of this life, watching for
delicacies that appear in rhythms of music, always giving
an essence to hearts of passion and desires.

Expanding and growing even further in beings of those who
are on their last horizon, wondering about what they've
already lived through.

At times wanting to relive those ancient memories, remem-
bering also, feelings and emotions as they take us home in
our aging minds.