Portraits Of Time Becoming Irrelevant Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unfolding our beings in a dim future as we walked down many avenues in life, wanting so many things to happen between we two.

Reliving and once again coming together, every portrait of time becoming irrelevant in the morning, having had some time to recollect.

Both of us with hearts beating truly for one another, nothing able to stop, for this song takes us always into the best parts of our lives.

In total cooperation with our destinies as they meet in rhythms whistling all the way through, coming into spheres of songs and their rhythms.