Never Lost Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Never Lost



Tiptoeing through fields and meadows of fantasy,
keeping track of where I'm going, never lost no
matter what, because sense of direction is fine.

Seeing shooting stars above as I walk into the
twilight, seeing their beauty strike like lighten-
ing, sparkle and then dying in the darkness of a
fading life that belongs only to them at moment
in time.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015
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