Blossoming Gardens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blossoming Gardens



Words hanging on the fringes of my mind, never losing themselves
in all the ruckus of life.
Penetrating the usefulness of every day beauty, we walk into the
blossoming gardens of life that we create from within ourselves.

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