RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Light of evening falls away and nighttime becomes fulfilled.
Grasping ineptitudes of quiet praise, failing to make any plan of sense today.
Trying to hold together semblances of life, fragmented and tossed aside through misery.
Facing hardships in abandoned loneality and sitting on many deserted shores, forever steeped in nothingness where love is no more.
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