Freeing from the shackles of the past
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains of sand
dribble down
to create my reality.
Unhurriedly they flow,
with me they flow
into the forgottenness of the past they flow,
to rise like a Phoenix
clothed in the newness
of the present
to create a new me!
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Freeing from the shackles of the past
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains of sand
dribble down
to create my reality.
Unhurriedly they flow,
with me they flow
into the forgottenness of the past they flow,
to rise like a Phoenix
clothed in the newness
of the present
to create a new me!
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