Out of the Fire That Breathes
rice paper butterfly
come out of the fire that breathes
thus breathe the wind breeze
where you can free your mind
still to climb higher and higher
then we shall release you back
towards the skyward sky
where finally, to let your mind be free
where everything that you touch
shall turn into a golden reality
if out of the fire that breathes
where I shall be waiting for thee
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2021
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