Your Own Gift

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

Your Own Gift

A slow drift pass all things

Ethereal suppositions

orbiting moons

soul finds a sea to love

Once more, let go,

Find what you don’t look for

wrapped in flavors like a ribbon

upon thy body

Now you are your own gift.

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Added on April 25, 2017
Last Updated on April 25, 2017
Tags: drift, ethereal, gift, own

Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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