Rhythms Of Passing Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms Of Passing Time



In the end seeing everything in black and white, all shades of
gray flowing to cover it, losing self in the reality of a gray
rainbow.

Alone on a wonder-filled journey that no one else can take with
us, they are just passing shadows that come along, supporting
and loving us for a time.

Grayness of a rainbow that has filled our observations with it's
mysterious vigil, listening to rhythms of passing time, being a
part of it's eternal equation in the end as we pass from life to
death alone.

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