RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Italian Lady - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Curtains closing upon the ending of another day, being
taken into realms of subconsciousness where it will be
stirred and blended with imagination, taking a certain
amount of time.
No sins being found in a simple Italian lady, grasping
purity and innocence closely to her heart, never taking
eyes off of the prospect of heaven.
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