(i :) High Spirit (A Tribute...Bis Repetita...) Poem by didier deleglise

(i :) High Spirit (A Tribute...Bis Repetita...)



Imprimis,
I'll climb virgin hills,
indistinct mysty cliffs,
hit by frigid whisks, brisk winds;
Still pits, bright icy rinks in sight.
Misfit pilgrim / living Hillbilly myth,
I'll spring, flip, sprint,
flying high (bird's will)
within sky's infinity hints,
till night kicks in:
vivid bliss.

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