Spirit Of Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirit Of Memory



Purposely flowing, listening to quiet rhymes of ingenuity and wisdom, letting them saturate my being with their intelligence.
Fulfilling every thought with novel ideas, glancing ahead, seeing the future brighten then darken with my last breath.
No where finding self, because I'm no longer here, I'm just a spirit of some people's memories.

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