RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Saving Grace - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Reflection soothes my soul as I sit here waiting and looking out at the beautiful mountains in Sunnyslope, it's only saving grace in town.
Relaxed, spread out across the land, encompassing the cacti, plants and animals in this, their natural habitat.
Softened eyes, looking lovingly at the majestic beauty nature has provided for me to actually see and appreciate.
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