RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Visiting minds, collecting thoughts, preparing paths
towards fulfilling life.
Unheard of ideas navigating their way through past
memories, seeking refuge in the mainstream of a mind.
Piloting narrow lonely roads, circumventing words,
searching for clues unspent in the totality of unread
inventions, filled with unspoken sentences.
Resting slightly on never-ending displays of strength,
forgetting daily intakes of overlying breath.
Forgotten are the words of explanation, buried beneath
the sandy knolls, white markers tell sad stories of a
life known once before.
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