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* The fume A thick dark fumy cloud Dormant it lies, but often loud Precariously overhead, it flowed The sunshine of the life, it swallowed It rained, challenged by the mighty peak In the heart, It pained, to see it weak The cloud was small but heavy However dusty and floaty. The doom and gloom Embracing in its shadow In desert, plains and meadow Eclipsing the days, sunny bright Dreadful, with the darkening night With me, always  hanging around When noticed, nearby it's found Haunting me with a sadness Flaunting its darkness A lot in the cloud explored Then consciously, It was ignored But dancing at the back of the mind Past  hurts and  pains, it  put to rewind The boom and bloom And then, letting it flow across, I got immersed, In fine tiny droplets, the cloud dispersed, Now each droplet addressed separately Was dried in the shiny sun completely All of the cloud, dripped to evaporate Condensed eventually, as distillate My pains, by that elixir, cured, Alchemised me into 24 carat gold *
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
jayantee
The cloud alchemy...24 carat gold
* The fume A thick dark fumy cloud Dormant it lies, but often loud Precariously overhead, it flowed The sunshine of the life, it swallowed It rained, challenged by the mighty peak In the heart, It pained, to see it weak The cloud was small but heavy However dusty and floaty. The doom and gloom Embracing in its shadow In desert, plains and meadow Eclipsing the days, sunny bright Dreadful, with the darkening night With me, always  hanging around When noticed, nearby it's found Haunting me with a sadness Flaunting its darkness A lot in the cloud explored Then consciously, It was ignored But dancing at the back of the mind Past  hurts and  pains, it  put to rewind The boom and bloom And then, letting it flow across, I got immersed, In fine tiny droplets, the cloud dispersed, Now each droplet addressed separately Was dried in the shiny sun completely All of the cloud, dripped to evaporate Condensed eventually, as distillate My pains, by that elixir, cured, Alchemised me into 24 carat gold *
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There’s secrets we hide under this skin. Swallowed tears and oceans. Chants and earthquakes. Yet, the secrets I often find are in between breaths and prayer. Alchemised in our folklore and decoded in our beads - transcended into patterned clothe - spread through our beliefs. We are spells carrying keys beneath these tongues that could unlock time and serenade the gates of heaven. Songs that make us meet the avatars that linger in our bones - wishing to dance their way into the days that we now breathe. Our, history, lives in us. Heaving in the vernacular we almost forgot. Our history, is being reborn in Shamanic spirits coloured in Indigos, browns and blues. We are Prophets and Holy Souls. Dreamers and See’ers. Amens and Ase O’s. It finds us through our mothers’ hymns and fathers’ laughter. Hides in our grandmother’s bedtime stories. Is reborn in the waves that lick the shore. We are the eclipse. We are the shadow. We, are the black hole.
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Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC
QueenMother
Blackhole
There’s secrets we hide under this skin. Swallowed tears and oceans. Chants and earthquakes. Yet, the secrets I often find are in between breaths and prayer. Alchemised in our folklore and decoded in our beads - transcended into patterned clothe - spread through our beliefs. We are spells carrying keys beneath these tongues that could unlock time and serenade the gates of heaven. Songs that make us meet the avatars that linger in our bones - wishing to dance their way into the days that we now breathe. Our, history, lives in us. Heaving in the vernacular we almost forgot. Our history, is being reborn in Shamanic spirits coloured in Indigos, browns and blues. We are Prophets and Holy Souls. Dreamers and See’ers. Amens and Ase O’s. It finds us through our mothers’ hymns and fathers’ laughter. Hides in our grandmother’s bedtime stories. Is reborn in the waves that lick the shore. We are the eclipse. We are the shadow. We, are the black hole.
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