Memories Of Old Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Memories Of Old



Frolicking across many memories of old, hoping there'll be many more to look back upon one day when I can no longer see through life's windows.
Because death will be clouding my vision with integrated wisdom, completing my journey with a distant dream of fate, sailing away with my destiny.

Thursday, May 2, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: old,death,destiny,dream,fate,journey,memories
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