Abyss
Yes let go cross the great abyss,
the last breath can be offered bliss,
adventure looms there in the mist,
spirit regeneration time,
your soaring spirit climbs,
rhapsody delish,
earthly woes decline,
eternal will of wisp.
Phantasm a flying.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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