traces

“How I wish I was like the water,

Flowing so freely with every drop

Let my every emotion wonder,

No need to start, nor even stop

How I wish I was like the fire,

Burning with every flame up

Leaving a trace of hot desire

As a Phoenix raises its' wings up

How I wish I was like the earth,

Raising each flower from the ground

Seeing the beauty of death and birth

And then returning to the ground

How I wish I was like the wind,

Hearing each whisper, sound and thought

A lonesome and wandering little wind,

Shattering all that has been sought

Oh, how I wish I was where you are,

Not separated by empty space, so far

It seems like we're galaxies apart,

But we find hope within our heart

And how I wish I was all of the above,

So I can come below and yet forget,

The beauty of angels which come down like a dove

And demons who love with no regret.”

― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

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