Garden Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Garden Of Death



Walking alone in the garden of death, roses blooming and
blossoming in the grace of God, heart held in a love so
Divine while here on earth.

Special, tender mysteries encircling mind and intellect as
roses dance quietly in the solace of an interior serenity a
prayer on these lips stemming from a heart filled with love.

Thursday, March 15, 2018
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