Hoards of demons under upraised wings
Live inside me, deep within.
From chains of fire, and fiery ice
They have broken free, and now they rise.
In swirls of colour, and swarms of lines
They blow up in flames all peace of mine.
With each little spark, as they further bind
The fire roars even higher, ashes: peace of mind.
A flare flies even higher, up above it darts
Scorching my burning, beating heart.
Yet all I feel is warmth inside,
As the fire within me smiles and glides.
Hoards of butterflies under upraised wings
Live inside me, deep within.
From chains of dreams and wishes in guise
They have broken free, and now they rise.
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Coffee Stains
Cerita PendekSwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
