Saddened Landscapes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Saddened Landscapes



Sadness flows like an eternal spring into my heart,
holding me close to memories of past, present and
future ones to come.

Anger crashes from outside sources hitting my ears,
but I don't want to hear anything, so I quietly
escape into landscapes of my imagination.

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