RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sunshades Of Maturity - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sunshades of maturity sliding
across faces of hidden loneliness.
Fabricating hymns of happiness on joyless days
at home alone in a fog.
Focusing primarily on memories of yesterday's
frequencies, not able to handle too much at any
one time, or tears will steal out from under
sunshades of maturity.
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