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.
And then, with a glistening beam of vivid light. Spring was gone and summer drew near. Pervaded our minds and our eyes were blinded with delight. For a short moment, we joined in the dance of life.
Pain over my soul. Another morning gleams outside the world. A new days dew moves in. What do I breathe? What paralyzes me?. . As I inhale the cold air from world's lung.