The Expression Space

  No matter how many tears I shed only happiness is all it brings; with blooming daisies and daffodils those thorns disappear in Spring. Let shower wash it all away and clear away my sin; My doors are open for the butterflies at-last my heart can sing. Creating my own story the sorrows will never win; writing, while sipping coffee my desk is where it all begins. I cracked open my jukebox with a mumbo jumbo ring; the joy that I was looking for is coming back in Spring.

  From ashes, it grows and mightiness explodes emerging from the dead, we see a Phoenix rise. The fiery engulf of the blazing sun spreading those flamy wings, opening the burning eyes. From catastrophic darkness to immortal light, when a soul renews its prowess we see a Phoenix rise. From the launchpad of awakening incineration was the price, burning on a sacred pyre the grandeur has reprised.

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