Nothing Passing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Nothing Passing



Life begins and ends in the beauty of conception,
our lives are set within the boundaries of our
genes and chromosomes.

Living takes on various aspects, we find our way
through pathways and trials that pursue us on
the way to our final days.

Nothing passing, everything is being experienced
and told from within memories we hold and treasure
forever.

Passion, desires, thoughts and love fill us through-
out our lives, nothing able to take them or their
images from us.

Monday, August 24, 2015
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