She rises and falls like the star
Clouds the skies and rains like the water
She raises like a dawn
And sets like the dusk
Smoking away paradise
In the cocaine of responsibility
Walking the cold nights like a breeze
And getting lost in the finding of her way back

Within the demons, she is the white angel
When she is not the phoenix,
She is the sheep on the slaughter table
A strong and pretty-faced lady
That cries behind the curtains
Playing like a broken guitar
In the affairs of the heart
Where things fall apart

But he without sin should cast the first stone
Remind us of life, without pushing us to that zone

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This is a wonderful blog for creative writing: a rich source of inspiration combined with a strong presence of the author.

Lisa Smith
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I enjoyed every piece of it. How intelligent and delightful your writings are! Every single article belongs here.

Natalie Jackson

Those illustrations complete the charming atmosphere of your works. Smart decision on including them here and there.

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