Deadly scalds on skin
Rage and boiling screams within
The fire's no kind home
Even worse the earth
To breathe and move through hard rock
Shall not do for sight
Much better the air
Trickling fresh down the lung, with
Cool songs softly sung
And perfect water
Joyous with weightless lovers
Rising towards the light
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About the Creator
liell
Admirer of medieval history and mythology, as well as science fiction and surreal dream-like narratives. I am a lover of onion and cheese, rain and river, and fine cloudy days, when the green rises up to meet the swirling grey.
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