RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Unchanging realms become stagnant and die within us.
Life is a bereavement of those we know and love
through our lifetimes.
Sending messages through dimensions beyond our seeing,
we hold onto one another even through death.
Reaching into our souls we communicate mystically
through our feelings of mind and heart.
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