RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

New Twilight Of Chance


Supporting life from beyond creativity and intellect, being
carried by imagination into a new twilight of chance.

Forgetting the absence of so many things in life, carefully
watching as they no longer mean anything to anyone.

Wanting to start from the beginning again, knowing that it
won't happen and there's nothing to be done about it, but
resign myself to what is going to happen.

Living in the present, I find myself living every moment to
the fullest, loving family and friends more than ever.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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