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Between Mystic Realms
Between mystic realms
Lie
And inkling of light
Rising with a dream
To capture my sight
Each whisper of solitude
Tranquil and subdued
Birthing a pathway
Of lavender bloom
Beyond the plauteo
I trek through the hills
To find a raging river
Of tightly stitched frills
I rest for a moment
On the edge of a dream
As sounds of nature
Comfort my every need
Raising my arms
My spirit conceive
And inkling of possibilities
As I touch the vast sea
Drowning in flight
I hear a great sound
A harmonic convergence
delicate and unbound
Greeting the great expanse
Colored of light
My vessel left behind
In spiritual flight
Copyright ©
Rick Parise
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