Pressing Noses Against Our Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pressing Noses Against Our Souls
Sunshine and cloudy days surround us through the years,
rain and snow falling upon earth paying no heed to what
we want or don't need.
Supplicating our presence we find the beauty of seasons
playing their parts equally well on earth, pressing their
noses up against our souls.
Giving up an interior pleasure that fills photographic
screens and can be replayed over and over again whenever
we want to.
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