Never Being Lost
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Whispering thoughts, vibrating in my brain, wanting to be let out to soar into skies of bluened beauty.
Wandering in and out of moments held closely in days still ahead, so they would never be lost in stranded corners of life, decaying from a loss of love in senior years.
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