Succulent Aromas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Succulent Aromas



Slowly pacing back and forth, enjoying aromas of the forest
filled with pine trees, succulently filling this being with
an appreciative amount of nature.

Enabling one to be able to take it home when leaving because
it has been etched upon photographic screens within forever,
disappearing with us when death comes to call.

Friday, October 13, 2017
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