Differences scattering themselves within, not caring who is what or if something's there. <br />Tattered remnants hanging from banner poles, recognizing facts of life now torn asunder. <br />Waking to a special reverie, wandering pathways lighted with fiery depths deep within souls. <br />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.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-breezes-2/
