Placing Poetry Quietly Into The Sunsets Of Our Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentiments flowing into the atmospheres of interior dimensions, walking and looking all over landscapes as life gets it right in measures of rhythms, no mistakes made.

Handing down so much beauty and wonder as it comes to alight in innate talent when a poet uses everything needed to place poetry quietly into sunsets of our lives.

Undetected until we are discovered in the sleep of death, having grasped our being with one last breath, then we expire with no one ever seeing that we've already left and there's nothing left to do on earth.