Life And Solace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life And Solace



Flying high, splattering in the air,
tossing droplets of water everywhere.
Outside a little sphere, all of time
is stalemated, beyond imagining - life
is curled into a ball as a fetus in
it's beginning.
Curiously sketched with wonder,
attempting to sneak beneath the world
and living creatures, to find a place
of solace never known in life.

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Marvin Brato 06 November 2013

Born to life naked, finding solace may not be easy but its man's dream!

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