RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Purpose Of Meaning - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Bands of ribbon, elastically balancing on bars,
fearful of falling off and into deep pits of
blackness and horror.
Colors riveting themselves to objects and things,
turning dull ineptitude into rainbow based endeavors,
held onto by everyone wanting to find a purpose and
it's meaning in their lives.
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