Edges Of My Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Edges Of My Being
Sauntering through parks of yesterday, finding peace
and lolling in the quietness of our souls.
Investigating hidden images from antiquated memories,
rising to their heart-felt bellows as we calm our
selves interiorly.
Following trails being made within, walking along
them comfortably with blue jeans on, walking to edges
of our being.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
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