Blessings
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rising and falling with stormy swells of music playing
intensely for my benefit.
Searching forever, looking to stars for thought.
Swallowing all words as food for tomorrow.
Everlasting remembrances, talking to themselves through
barred windows and doors, left ajar, emitting sacred
blessings like rain from heaven.
Gathered together on sills, waiting for waters to
flow and send them off to oblivion.
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