Shoham, 34

The phoenix of winter about me:
Passionate like Apollo...Curious like a Child...
Deep..like Teardrops running down the unknown corners of the mind...
Ironical...like a bird that dies and is reborn, fully grown...
...With a mind that sobs for sorrows unknown...
...and another mind rising out of the ashes in a experienced,
sad and introvert pose..
With soft cheeks and a face innocent,
A face which was once loving like a pink rose...
A soft cheek rising high...
..Into The Lights....
And thereby, suddenly, in an unknown corner, blushes out, looking to and fro...
Just as the pure face used to blush.....Dear God....
.....years ago....
Just as the I of past had suffered pain....
....With the hope of rising again....
RISING AGAIN LIKE AN ORNATE LOVE SYMBOL....
A DYNAMIC LOVE....THE ONE THAT SPEAKS OF LIBERTY....AND OF GETTING CLOSER...AND...CLOSER ...AND CLOSER...