Shyly Withering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shyly Withering



Sublimely thinking while looking around, finding reflections to write about as I hold a pen in my hand.
Carefully, allowing myself to attribute many thoughts to reasons in life as I unfold them in matters of the heart on cold lonely nights.
Withering shyly in depths of penetrating silence, I go inside myself.

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