1: 33 p.m.
Listening to the universe, trying to discern
life's rhythmic mysteries as I see them.
Wondering why we all must have trials and
live difficult lives while we are here on
earth.
So many mysteries wandering around, looking
for a place to sprout wings. 1: 34 p.m.
3/27/14 RoseAnn V. Shawiak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem