Little Images
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Letting go, soaring into the atmosphere, standing alone
in the storm, quietly staring into the future.
Thinking about how far I have come through the years,
wishing to go back and retrieve some precious moments
that have been treasured all my life.
Knowing in this heart that nothing can change, bring
back or take them away from me.
Tears falling, justifying the beauty of those times
that have been lost.
Crystal teardrops, holding memories in their little
images of love forever.
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