It Is Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

It Is Reality



Holding hands through dimensions of time, trying to grasp
friendship which has surpassed this world.

Folding in upon many memories of love and caring, the
universe opens, awaiting the freedom of death to measure
itself and calm it's hurting.

Reaching across myriads of excuses, realizing whether or
not it was meant to be - it is reality.

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