Daugther of fire & faith
Disciple of passion & poetry
Cradled by the hands of beauty & nobility
You are muse who walks this earth
with unchanging form.
A glimpse of your promethean hands
and roses spring even in winter.
Let me walk your hidden temple
and let my life be an incense
burning at your presence
rising and fading in your heavenly loft
while my ember forever burning at your feet.
29.12.07
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