Never Lost
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Tiptoeing through fields and meadows of fantasy,
keeping track of where I'm going, never lost no
matter what, because sense of direction is fine.
Seeing shooting stars above as I walk into the
twilight, seeing their beauty strike like lighten-
ing, sparkle and then dying in the darkness of a
fading life that belongs only to them at moment
in time.
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