Empty Living
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Melodies gently touching the sadness filling me to the
brim of being.
Washing my soul in tears as I wander lonely through
another day of empty living.
Forlorn and dejected, hopelessly abject in this bright
sunlit morning that is wasting it's precious light on me.
Mind hiding in caverns, waiting for something to appear,
to create an idea from curiosity that is lying idly.
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