Passive Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Passive Poetry



Watching the world pass over - seasons come and go,
anticipating an eternal glory.
Unbothered by the materialistic world, preferring to
launch a lifetime in silent captivity.
Alone in a passive atmosphere, awaiting the thoughtful
poetry of each day's tide; complacently living a
solitary life.

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