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i look at your face, and it radiates pain,
your smile has been washed off by the rain . your eyes tell a story of a thousand years, they seem to cry without dropping a tear . they're dull and they're dead, they used to be bright, your cheeks are hollowed by worry and fright . your lips are pale, no smile lingers, from it escapes such ghastly pictures . what happens to the happy girl i knew ? you're still the same person--yet its not really you . just remember that theres a rainbow at the end of every storm . and the sound of your own laughter has the power to keep you warm . please tell a story that has a happy ending, paint pictures of memories and happy reminiscing . and light up a smile that can build fire out of ashes rise from your sorrow like a newborn pheonix . |
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![]() I love Havasupai ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,040 Joined: Jul 2005 Member No: 163,878 ![]() |
The death and ressurection symbolic of a phoenix occur when the memory of suffering no longer serves a useful purpose. Rebirth occurs when old ways of thinking are no longer empowered and transformed by the element of fire. Thanks for sharing.
My favorite line... QUOTE your eyes tell a story of a thousand years,
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