Sensing A Closeness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensing A Closeness



Resting on laurels of poetical rhythms,
watching as I come closer to the entrance
of death's embrace.
Strolling down shores, wading in an ocean's
surf and gently becoming bereft of life.
Sensing the closeness of heaven's gates.

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