Differences scattering themselves within, not caring who is what or if something's there.
Tattered remnants hanging from banner poles, recognizing facts of life now torn asunder.
Waking to a special reverie, wandering pathways lighted with fiery depths deep within souls.
Fragrantly teasing scents tossed upon gentle midnight breezes, spelling out new horizons veiled by hidden conspiracies and put on display to be seen on future days.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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