Last Transformation
the last transformation, a gift he’ll never see
wanting to become something new
a dream come true
swinging from a rope in the shed
golden specks of dust in rays of sunlight
sing the silent fanfare of the new creation
Michael F. Lewis
6/16/2013
Copyright © Michael F Lewis | Year Posted 2013
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