A Passage Of Time
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Looking morosely out the window of my eyes, seeing into my soul,
and spotting life's sadness always finding it's way in my being,
no matter what state of mind I'm in.
Leaving no hesitation stuttering in rhythms of my soul as I
vibrate into the passage of time lying before me.
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