See you later!


TorpidThe rain has come, It's cold drops falling like tears. Phoenix flying caught unawares entranced with the fiery colors of autumn. Is battered by the freezing realization, that the time has come, for darkness.Torpid
The fire has gone, snuffed out by the hovering storm. Phoenix mourning lies weeping. A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort, made bony and frail by the wet. stripped of beauty and hope
The snow falls deep. a soft numb blanket to dull the pain. Phoenix sleeping seems dead. Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent scream


FallingI tried to watch the sky fall but you were sleeping... and the clouds had rolled in when I wasn't looking.Falling
I stood on the terrace disappointed and ready to give up but I saw a streak of silver in the corner of my eye.
I couldn't tell if I was crying Or if a star had crossed my path but I couldn't look away in case I missed something...
So I just stood there Leaning out over the railing Neck craned at an impossible angle Needing more.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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