THE PHOENIX ON YOUR BODY
The Phoenix came into my life again... The Phoenix I imagined had gone slowly and smoothly showed its strength and beauty... I'm stuck ! Seduced by the path once pavimented with pain and despair...The Phoenix carved on your body in ink like The Maoris do comes in my direction in a shape of words straightforward to my vain weakness... Crossing the sky of my life deeply in... solitude...The artificial images took from the Phoenix and put before my eyes from lands where it has flown above - North, South and East... The fake Phoenix designed on your body released the beast from inside my guts again... From nowhere came the sound of the voice of the magnificent bird which entered my body from the ears and took out the two last rings of the chain of my liberty... Not only did it make the passion flow again, but also made me see that the Phoenix is a myth... And how can a mortal understant the absence of a myth... Of the Phoenix...
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