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Monday, August 24, 2015

Present, continous

Going down the serpentines
again,
Crossing over borderlines
of pain,

Marching through the land of stones,
bare feet,
Resting on my tired bones,
asleep,

Dreaming in the dead of night,
sweet dreams,
Dancing by the firelight
it seems,

Waking up to a new dawn,
new day,
Lifting off into the storm,
away,

Flying high above the rain,
wet wings
Digging deep inside the pain,
blood springs

Searching for the real me,
my own,
Finding out how to just be,
alone,

Bringing back the One who knows,
the wild,
Letting go of all sorrows,
brave child,

Opening the weary heart's
abyss,
Tearing all my fears apart
to bliss,

Loving life inside my vines
and then,
Going down the serpentines
again,

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