From the abyss
Tiny sparkling pearls
Rolled down the slopes
One by one
To form a stream
Red molten of lava
Erupts finally from within
Fearlessly I allowed
Feeling the crystals of salt
Drying up my wrinkled skin
Like a bird
Soaring high in open sky
I spread my wings
To glide and glide
Gauging the dark abyss from above
Darkness engulfing with fondness
So many unsolved mysteries
Lost in the oblivion
I wiped the crystallized salts
To allow my lips to hold the treasure
intact
Johnny
D
1st
December 2012
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