Lonely Pathways
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Dying inside, beleaguering any chance of hope, as life
drifts away, following it's own creative designs on
lonely pathways.
Constantly looking past other's shoulders, trying to
see what is behind them as they go in opposite
directions from me.
Lasting thoughts strung out on clotheslines, airing in
breezes of fragrant melodies, awaiting liberty-awakening
freedom.
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