Whispering Of Final Days Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whispering Of Final Days



Whispering moon, singing quietly to my soul, giving hope,
saving my faith to make me whole.

An unseen facet to life on earth has finally come full
circle, now I must prepare for final days with family
and friends as I walk around the bend to a new horizon.

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