RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Passing Time - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sparkling sands of time gently flowing.
No cares or worries to mess up it's journey -
just sands of time in no great hurry.
Loving space and reveling in it's mime,
happily, it wanders in and out of everyone's mind.
Time then quietly disappears upon a whisper and no
more kisses fall from loving lips.
Only cold, pine coffins feel the pressure of a once
upon a kiss.
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