Missing Small Miracles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Missing Small Miracles



Vacantly staring into environmental landscapes, hoping to see future
omens of predictability so life can be sent straight to the end of a good cause.
Splendid sights appearing in visions of tomorrow's fate, holding on regularly to ordinary things, missing the small miracles of every moment.

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