The beauty of death, engage...through darkened tunnels to the everlasting dream, where simple words define a life and visions fulfill the endless night,
where water's reflect and tear drops remain, falls peaceful memories of your loving face, where angels danced and poets dreamed...and joyous psalm's cried out, through soft twilight rain...
purple hues linger
looking back across the vale
a single starshine
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2019
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