Catacombs Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Catacombs Of Time
Sorrowfully I assist in grief, holding hands, cupping tears as they slide continuously down expressions of sorrow.
Inside emotion tries to hide, but only can exhale a little at a time, treasuring memories in catacombs of time.
Striding along walkways of future years, I hold on to precious images in subconscious hallways, awaiting beautiful artwork covered in glistening tears.
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