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About MeA cliché, I may present:
~ a phoenix, rising from the ashes, glorious in all it's radiant colors with sparks of gold, streamers of red, with orange shimmering, dancing in the mix. Cliché continued, if I may: ~ she launches into the air, the ash floating in the breeze. Unintentionally symbolic, the trail of black soot attached represents forgiveness of her previous lifetime. She enters a new chapter; from there, she begins anew. Alas, I hold no more clichés - however! - Please, do continue: ~ perhaps, this magnificent golden inferno full of patience and life, passion and grace, has been burdened with self-hate. perhaps, as she enters her new chapter, she can be brilliant - in all that she has become. - 2017; April 4th; Tuesday |