Listening to outgoing messages, filling me with charms of natural talent.
Existing on temporary shores during a lifetime of partial satisfaction, becoming a purpose in life without any doubts where I fit in at long last.
Partaking in daily routines full of trials and sufferings, allowing for the existence of other realms beyond sight.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-sight-2/
