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by Dancing Rivers Dec 25, 2018 category : Life, society / other
I quite miss the uncertainty of the roaring gales of fire that were once the heart of this world... For in those moments of uncertainty imagination was as ripe as a sweet melon whose juices flowed freely for all. Yet I find myself quite uncertain of the many roads to adventure as they seem to leave me charred... How could it be that once I was as innocent as the child that grew in my womb Yet today I find scars in the pages torn from the book of my soul the many un-uttered phrases Which may have saved my soul. Indeed it was in those pages that I found solace I found the passions of life In the darkest caves of my being there I found my true power the light within the darkness. Still I feel as though somehow with one subtle glimpse perhaps, I could reignite that fire Burning away all that was sweet Giving rise to a phoenix an array of delirious hazy blooms of sparkling passion. I am the phoenix, yet... I find my wings to heavy to bare the ashes hold us down The fire consumes all mearth