Desert Of My Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Desert Of My Being
Contemplating through senses,
filling spirits of my guardian
angels with hopeful anticipation.
Wanting only for me to get well
to make their protection of me
easier.
Wanting my existence to finally
mean something in the desert of
my being.
Figuring the notes into legends
of music.
Monday, October 28, 2013
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