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| Phoenix Blues by © vatooz down a solidary path she rides and checks her course against a chart that is only in her mind. Alone she watches tides refresh the summer sand with brush in hand she will paint the evening blue. Tourists stumble by her in their drunken state she wont relate to whirlwinds from behind riding in the center of a tidal wave she cant be saved by jesus or by you. Because shes flying like a whisper in a silver cave and rebounding between the sheets of Captain Bliegh. Sometines the mountains open up for her but sometines they all just pass her by. In battle fronts you watch her eyes drift galaxies away she hasnt much to say to warriors in her view always there when banjos call for moving hands she understands the parts she has to play. She keeps on finding bridges with higher fees but each one of these is like a morning dew when day returns the sparkle will all be gone there is no one wrong but she dont get to stay. Because she is drifting like the water in a childs eye and drowning in the ocean of a pause, Dams erupt with reasons for a faster flow but morning throws a cushion on her claws. Arabian music and improvise you realize that shes just passing thru. All your coats lay broken until the mornings gone beyond right and wrong she gave you something new. She turns her head from mirrors and echo halls she still recalls the essence of your eyes but do not decide to follow because the sand will turn and then you will learn that shes a phoenix in disquise. But now she is dancing to the music of a satyrs flute and changing like the texture of a sigh. Sometimes the gypsys stop and play for her but sometimes they all just pass her by. |
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