Gently Stirring Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently Stirring



Life moving gently with a breeze, touching strings of memories and realizing dreams of reality.
Tenderly watching hopes of future's realities lay bare, facts of hopeless faith.
Scarcely noticing ideas forming within, life continues silently, being touched by gentle stirrings.

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