
Artist ~ Ichiro Tsuruta
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The Mystic
“I am a mystic.
And maybe,
You missed it.
I seemed too light …
Shined too bright.
Felt the cold chill on a firelight night.
And read the embers …
Name by name.
And how they moved,
Thru the orange flame.
I am a mystic.
A jumper.
A flyer.
I can taste true love.
And I,
Can smell a liar.
But I don’t stop for the mundane quirks.
There,
Are bigger things in a mystic’s work.
So I fly above.
And touch with my wings.
Barely there in the wind.
Looking,
For bigger things.
I am a mystic.
New and so old.
And I will live on.
And many stories,
Will be told.β
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Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2020 all rights reserved
https://www.psychicluciasullivan.com/
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luciasullivanpoetry
New York
I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.
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