RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Courtyard Of My Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently, fruit of a tree falls upon a table in the courtyard of my life.
As I watch, it becomes just a picture upon my photographic memory, savored and held on to through all my days in poetry.
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