RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Blue Mornings - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Crippling fears abound in life when you travel
unknown highways on blue mornings.
Furnishing sentiments of lasting impressions,
settling them in pine tree's needles, combing
memories of sublime interest.
Cautioning levels of persistence, turbulent
images dive beneath coverlets of amnesia in
order to live on pathways of desirable
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