''Christinas' Gift''
Channeled love meant not be forsaken.
Hence thine words forgotten.
Risk the tongue my anguished thoughts.
Illusion,vision of mirage lay clear.
Still in movement,thy eyes deceive me.
Touched skin,sight enhanced.
I felt a cold breeze on my neck.
Noticed change in temperature as it dropped.
Awakened by truth of life beyond death.
Copyright © Kacey Greenlee | Year Posted 2011
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