RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Winds blowing through times of unheard glory.
Peering over rims, searching for queries of yesterday to be
answered in full.
Turning about, all people stand in awe of other's knowledge,
not understanding that they too, can attain it's realm.
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