RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Brevity Of Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Frosting of life melts at the introduction of spring-like
weather in March.
Warm, sleek rays of sun, penetrating my mind with thoughts
of elliptical magnitude in quiet solace.
Deeply sparkling with the essence of life felt in extreme
sensuous ideas and images standing on the edge of
Calculating the broken eddies of fastidious probability,
laying bare the facts, finalizing the brevity of years on
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