RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Writing Self - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
My story is going to be ending in the future, not
before I accomplish the purpose I was created and
placed on earth for.
Finding my passion fascinating, knowing that my
intellect gives energy to persist on a constant
Always being in a positive, happy mood when picking
up a pen and immediately writing myself into poetical
Belonging to another dimension, a world away from
earth, wandering through a vast universe that is mine
A promising and wonderful atmosphere filled with an
everlasting potential that will continue even after
I have died.
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