RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Combining elixirs of yesterday into mixtures of future omens,
hoping to encase moments of goodness on the way.
Delivering home-made expertise on edges of night, filtering
flights of escape with purity and naivete on shores of life.
Watching lightening strike everywhere, hoping to catch a
glimpse with my imagination before I die.
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