The tree sisters
The maiden
The mother
And the crone
All sit and watch
The maiden become a mother
And a mother a crone
All sit and wait
For a crone to become ashes
And like a Phoenix
To be born from those ashes
And become a maiden
To the mother
Again
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ŞiirA mix of poetry, short stories and things that actually happened that I hope will make some people experience things that they normally would not. I want to make people see the world how I see it. Where colour is sound and a painting becomes life.
