Traces Of Love Pulling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pulling on the reins, but not really wanting to stop in the
middle of the road, working, getting tired, yet keep on
going, holding then dropping the reins.

Getting off of this stallion, wanting to dance the night away
with beautiful and lovely traces of love that were left behind
from the past.

Living and loving in the midst of a delectable fine morning
as it takes us away into a fantasy dreamland of exciting and
innocent possibilities.