Wondering Away The Hours Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wondering Away The Hours



Seeing things that others never see, understanding what
they can't comprehend and wondering away the hours in
passive anger at times.
Giving me the essence of another, but it doesn't meld
and can't be contained, because it is not mine to have
or hold.

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