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| my photo SF |
Island of lonely thankfulness
Finding the bliss within this
There are curtains to raise
Eyes to rise
The ability to look and bless the sky
Burning fires filling shadows past
Turning molten soil into a rumbled path
The death of destruction breeding construction
The loom of forgotten
Blown away in sulfur taste
In a haste of gracious power
Unknown patterned color of flower
All death is destructive
In new birthing kind of way
Guaranteed to follow change
Life is meant to rearrange
The owl has come back again
It's a new day
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