RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Grasping Eyes - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Measuring time in nanoseconds, because it goes so quickly out of hand.
Searching canyons, noticing their beauty as it coasts across my vision.
At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.
The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
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