Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
Under her hypnotic spell
Leaving me in new realms of emotions.
Where I now dwell
I walk steep hills
Day and night
Up and down
In my mind
Walking past fast flowing rivers with carcasses of my previous experiences
With demons from hell
To reach salvation and its soft green meadows of daffodils and crystal clear waters
Such is the power and magnanimity of being under love's spell and being a lone walker
Exploring and worshipping at a new altar
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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