In Spirit With The King Poem by Tone Lyriker
In Spirit With The King
I mourn over the last breath you release in the air, as I sought to bring back what was know longer there, I picture my hands closing you're eyes, you're soul leaves but you're spirit is left behind! Gone to soon, I intermittently imagine myself moon walking on the moon with you!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Death
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