RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strewing Sands Of Time - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sands of time strewn around the desert, placating cacti
and aiding it's growth in an arid environment.
Wandering amid a garden of thorns, playing with
possibilities in an endless parade of ideas.
Soaking up antecedents of cordial demise, collecting
remnants in colors of surprise to be given out in
sorrowful remembrances of past good times spent
joyously with one another.
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