Violet Sensations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Violet Sensations



Racing to the finish line, wanting to cross over to the
other side.

Never faltering or wavering, heading straight for it's
ending stance once reaching it.

Never losing sight of it, pausing only to catch my breath,
no other reason to proclaim or hold on.

Violet sensations are slipping away, turning us within
secrets of a place called yesterday.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015
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