Windows Of My Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows Of My Soul

Rating: 5.0


So quietly, gently, teardrops fall within me, touching softly, memories of the past.
Giving me many hours of bittersweet joy.
Holding silently to edges of my mind, I allow my heart to feel the textures of pictures I can see through windows of my soul.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 25 February 2013

Short but quite lovely RoseAnn.

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