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the Loop of Life
By tinkdarkchyld
A silver sibilant sound, bringing new hope.
Her words tumble endlessly, becoming a mantra in the world of her weaving.
The creator, mother of spiritual meaning.
The voice of all lfe lifts and carries over the hopeless.
Frozen brittle hearts thaw at the glowing love.
Melting notions built on hypocrasy.
Call the wild and the free, leap and fly with youthful exuberance.
Build a new yesterday, entice the withered to fly.
Summon the spirit, golden flames lick the sky.
The bearer of light, enveloping the damned.
The burning purification, she makes a stand.
Screams of the weak and neglected, rise to the atmosphere.
The words claimed by the ether, laughter chasing away the dark.
The flower blooms in the ash of the fallen. A new beginning, rebirth.
Dont fuck it up.
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© 2009 tinkdarkchyld
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On Wednesday, June 24, 2009, tinkdarkchyld
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i'm so very delighted that you like it. i have added air to the format and hope this makes it easier to sip at your leisure.
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On Tuesday, June 23, 2009, Ears2hearyou
(16) wrote:
Loved it...the creator, mother of spiritual meaning...oh my you truly gave it life! wonderful, wonderful! last line brillant! (I was kind of wishing that you would have formatted this with a touch more air..for your lines are so lovely to enjoy we wanted to pause upon and sip them as fine wine. ears/Seattle very inspiring writing!
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