Being Held Gently Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Held Gently



Dressed up in a decorated spirit of love, hoping to be
held forever.

Touched within my heart and soul, held gently in another's
tender hands.

Soothing and calming sensations of an interior beauty,
always finding their way into and out of intellect.

Leaving behind precious memories, always remembering
the past while living here in the present.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015
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