Near 2 Nirvana
November 19, 2017
Near 2 Nirvana Oh, race my quickening pulse.The blood flows amid true lines,Over hill, under a rising sun,Taunted by the cold’s pure white.Anxious I await, look and listen,For the singing o’ siren song,True flow my pure delight. Press on, and quicken thy paceMake haste before the rise.Into the air, the tiny Kings flyIn search of … More Near 2 Nirvana