Softened clouds of dismay are arranged <br />periodically in systems of disarray. <br />Lasting thoughts coalesce and brew many <br />new ideas of imagination. <br />All of them taking me into tunnels of <br />reminiscence and being remembered in times <br />of creative sadness as it caresses our hearts in <br />sorrow, holding us in deepest sympathy with our souls.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deepest-sympathy-2/
