Rhythms Of Passing Time
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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In the end seeing everything in black and white, all shades of
gray flowing to cover it, losing self in the reality of a gray
rainbow.
Alone on a wonder-filled journey that no one else can take with
us, they are just passing shadows that come along, supporting
and loving us for a time.
Grayness of a rainbow that has filled our observations with it's
mysterious vigil, listening to rhythms of passing time, being a
part of it's eternal equation in the end as we pass from life to
death alone.
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