RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fragile Reality - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Living in the excitement of life, always being in the midst
of nature, filled with wonder and awe for everything that I
see in it's wonderful world of tender and fragile reality.
Silent splendor always recognizable, never being hidden by
lies or evil, unlike our world today, filled with mankind's
destruction, lies, evil, portraying hidden agendas to our
face and doing illegal things behind our backs.
All of them traitors needing to be hung in front of the
White House, no mercy shown or given.
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