Mystical

By Donald Robinson Solanki

Infinite brilliance, to the ends of the world, the skies and the seas stretch beyond.

And when the winds blow my ashes back to the earth, it’ll be incomparable to the shining moon in the reflexion of water.

By Donald Robinson Solanki

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