Penchant Meandering
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Shadows crawling part way up tree trunks, trying to capture
the sun, shining towards their tops.
Silent, penchant meanderings, moving upward and into another
existence beyond what they've already attained.
Slowly, methodically covering ground, knowing they will soon
achieve their goals.
Reaching tops of trees, yet when doing so, the sun will have
set, taking away shining dreams and goals they've set for
themselves.
An untold beauty yet to be unfolded in measures of time, as
shadows continue crawling around the world, attempting to
realize the reality of their situations.
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