"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle, hoping it would never come to an end.
"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..."
SPRING
Where is my world, The beggining of my life bound, Surrounded by light, Wandering aimlessly around. Hearing voices calling my name While i hover, world`s dark stain.
Where is my summertime? I`m longing for its warmth, Far too long i shivered In winter`s icy force Clouds are above me Mid air caresses my lungs I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.
Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it, Pointed stings - running between i stick Brooks are roading, the water blood red Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead.
Souls are screaming, mothers and sons Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching a dream...
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