pain, fire that purifies gold, my soul
and patience, cooling time
for the settling of my mind
are spices for my creativity
constructing my poem, my life
making my song from deep
within my heart prompting a dance
for my body to increase flexibility
for the river within to flow freely
into the wider ocean, eternal cosmos
with neither birth to celebrate
nor death to mourn
henry victor
04.05.2010
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