Fables!
old and new,
opposites and opposites of opposites,
all gather now.
The plumage of fire,
tickled by wind,
brushed by mist,
is circling the skies.
The earth will be scorched,
resetted, reborn. Grounds
to cover still. Time will tell.
Time will tell.
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Try as you may, to keep the bubble, of your frail existence, burst it will. Cosmeticize to your heart’s content, miseries and trophies of a life lived, on terms made by your growing self, your indepen
In the journey you will find moments that wield insuperable might. Assiduous planning, hand of friendship or blood thirsty fight. Which path would you decide? Apposite or the opposite, what measure wi