Morning in EpiphanyA Poem by Alfred Kukitzis that you walking with meMorning in Epiphany Morning melts me into sunrise I hear magic wafting in the air A miracle born on June's horizon sees me turning a page of elder years Quiet, almost by epiphany, I walk into the breakfast table sitting with the youth that brought be here. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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