Days Of Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Days Of Living



Straying mindlessly into a cloudy sky of beauty,
watching them soar and dip across the world,
never tiring of their purpose in life.

Forever riding air currents and being tempted
by hurried winds, blowing off and on throughout
days of living on the run.

Monday, March 10, 2014
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