Michael Devant - Solitude

Then it came....
like a golden phoenix out of the ashes of time,
like the purple flower bloomed at her prime,
it is so intoxicating some consider it as a crime...

Once upon a day it came...
and clouded the heaven above,
praised as a new religion, the beginning of love,
joyous hymn all over the air, as it was never enough....

And so it came....with a little less satisfaction,
it was almost hidden from the world and forgotten,
like a secret Eden blurred with such great compassion...

And then it came...
between the winter and the fall,
regained it's pride and then stood tall,
amongst the blueberry mountains and the thin white wall,
without a doubt and nothing else to compare, nothing at all....

Michael Devant

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