Always Looking
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rising into the grace of heaven, yet being tied
to this hell on earth.
Wanting to take off soaring, getting lifted into
another dimension or universe away from all the
turmoil and suffering.
Always looking, but never finding the peace
needed to exist on this planet.
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