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What is she thinking
Cross-armed and leather-eyed
Lost in the television
Is she hibernating or withering?
Throw a little water on her face
It's just a season. In another month
She'll be fresh-cheeked, light on her lips
Tip-toeing around the glass
Like a ballerina

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You can't squeeze water from a rock
Even a whetting stone
Your velvet fist, caressing me
Crushing me with iron softness

The source of all the life we know is FIRE!
It is the cause of all our wrath and ire
The FUEL that boils our blood and brings DESIRE!
Without it's help we would most likely tire

Forever bright the flames do guide our way!
As piers to signal hope to those astray
Forever there to cast the dark away
They are the gods to whom we all should pray!

The great emergent star provides us light
Protection from the dangers found at night
Deceivers hidden carefully from sight
Conjuring tricks to make us doubt what's right


*Life Ablaze by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Life is not made up of things.
It's made up of **moments.

a true leader
is not to condemn one from a mistake
but to
teach
inspire
motavate