Shadowed Trails Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beautiful thoughts flying and soaring with silver wings of
angels that never fall into despair, being held together
in the fabric of our lives.

All the while we're wandering down shadowed trails through
deserts, hot and arid, traveling in simple explanations
that are never expended in this narrow lane of humanity.

It wouldn't make any sense and would never fit in with beats
of the drums as they shine into the sunset without any dis-
closures, just feelings of a sunny disposition upon silver
wings once again.