Thursday, February 28, 2013

Apart From Life Comments

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Slowly, apart from life we drift into a new world.
Strangely groping for places unknown, trying to remember those forgotten.
Lulled by the monotone of traffic, angry at the bark of a dog.
The wind whistled through my hair one day and left me standing there alone; stars in the sky winked down, and all eyes were heavy with fatigue.
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RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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RoseAnn V. Shawiak

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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