woensdag 19 oktober 2011

Archief: Rising High


Coming
In endless
Euphoria
Senses rubbed

Raw
With happy galore
Like flying into
The sun’s brilliance
I was exuberant

(Before the wax melted)

But hey,
You know what they say
If you can’t
Stand the heat
Stay out
Of the kitchen

Losing track
Lost in emotions
I crash down
Wax molten
Feathers burn

Will I be
Like the
Phoenix
And rise
Again?

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