Crossing the Rift (wings2fly2heaven)
A sixth sense…my curse, my gift
Future's brink jumping just over the rift
I enter this realm where tree tops sway
By whimsical winds that seemingly play
Barren branches without choice shall bend
Not break, nor fall, but emotionally mend
As hands touch skies, laced fingers across
Etching vital stressors without physical loss
Though here in the rift, there's nothing to fear
For spirits shall fly over life's curculios sphere
Revelation's exposed and completely resolved
Cross over the rift where our reasons are solved
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