Mysterious Symbolism
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Waking from a deep sleep, citing thoughts that have crept
beneath folds of my brain.
Under many beautiful landscapes I find nothing except
soothing serenity giving me a faithful hope, helping to
continue this life.
At times holding onto just a shoestring or thread, yet
so far it being enough to keep me here, is it fate or
destiny I wonder at times.
There is a mysterious symbolism creating thoughts from
intellect, finding reasons for being and traveling on
a solo journey towards tomorrow's horizon, nearing the
end of life.
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