RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strumming down lanes of life, hoping to lift spirits in
interior gardens of heaven, leaving only reminders in
minds of yesterday.
Causing pain-filled images to proliferate throughout the
days and nights, tossing aside the side of night where
lights are shining brightly.
Instead, following the paths of darkness, not wanting any
reflections to dawn on them.
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