Walking up mountains, sorrowfully crying within, ruing yesterday's memories as intelligent visions take over, sending me into a tail spin.
Falling headlong into abysses of sadness, never forgetting anything because it's etched in my photographic memory.
All images will eternally be kept in tact as I step into heaven and walk past it's gates.
Silently remembering, always knowing, what happened in my life on earth.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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