RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Moody Sunset - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Drifting on banks of mysterious waters, like clouds
floating in the sky.
Dark and gloomy forests shake their leaves at us,
reminding of destiny's cruel jokes yet to be played.
Walking mud-sandy banks, thinking of life's hesitant
desires as we are jolted to our senses in moments of
Silencing self like a moody sunset, uncertain of it's
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