Hoping To Be Remembered Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hoping To Be Remembered



Running through fields of wild roses, inhaling
their sweet scented aromas with my mind.

Cherishing memories as they fall like petals upon
the ground, dying as they lie there.

Hoping to be remembered in visions of their lonely
images in the future.

Friday, April 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: future,lonely,memories,poem,running
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