RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tanks Of Sand - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dandelion pretty, staring into the sun, reflecting God's
beauty as each day wears on.
Loving freedom caught through adversity, stampeding down
the rivers of everyday life, locating off-road endeavors
to be put aside.
Washing upon banks, debris and chaotic feelings wind up
in tanks of sand, built for future uses of fate and
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