A View
a view upon a an ancient soul,
a searching still from days of old,
words do flow as he does mold,
the past grows dimmer here,
serenity bend his ear,
the path to take unfolds...
re: 'Only Me' Michael J. Falotico
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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