Heading Home Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Heading Home



Swinging in times of beauty,
not letting go of fruitful endeavors.
Existing in my own world, flying into
the skyway of my heart.
Penetrating the blue yonder with a
variety of thoughts, always plentiful
and growing in gardens sent from eden.
Soaring along edges of tomorrow as I
head home through all the sorrow.

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