Golden Truths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Golden Truths



Wiping the dust off my feet as I walk away on green fields of grass.
Hoping to finish days left in prayers, holding on to solemn gestures of behavior.
Tenderly existing in sidelines of all of life's expectant promises.
Carrying on toward hopeful desires held in hearts of golden truths of love.

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