Calendars Of Solace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Calendars Of Solace



Natural reactions fill dreams of life with
incoherent depths.
Fallacies abound, triggered by meandering
thoughts of absolute silliness.
Nothing, not even a moment, can be torn
from calendars of solace when we continue
to use our abilities to make our universe
a final picture puzzle of immense beauty and
desire.

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