Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poetry



Silver shining in spatial rooms of solitary
lining.

Filled with an uneasy expectancy of short -
lived lives.

Calculated into thousands of syllables, life
is reduced to mere words, written in the
passing sands of storms.

Saturday, May 10, 2014
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