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Direction –
If only I could feel the way forward,
To grasp the reins of brutal direction.
If only I could smell it, the sweet aroma of direction,
The elevated smell of conduction,
The hearty scent of kings.
Far behind the pack,
They lead me,
I lead the wind.
The empty wind that fills my lungs with its hope.
The wind begins to carry me,
It lifts,
I leave my feeble body behind,
It carries me up,
We leave the barren shell.
---
The flare.
People speak of the flare arriving once again,
An entity a mere eight years of age,
It has been challenged.
-
Awake has become the sun.
Its flare flutters towards our earth.
Its aim absolute, its ambition beyond compare.
-
Dancing across the infinite vacuum, it gains momentum.
Fueled by memories of triumph,
Enduring a hardship no man could imagine.
-
The ever glowing pride of the Sun is blinding.
Its pupil has embarked on a journey once again.
Bringing joy to its teacher, its home, its friend.
-
It lands.
Held in the heart of a keeper, a dancer, it drives her movement.
The flare has arrived once again.
Direction –
If only I could feel the way forward,
To grasp the reins of brutal direction.
If only I could smell it, the sweet aroma of direction,
The elevated smell of conduction,
The hearty scent of kings.
Far behind the pack,
They lead me,
I lead the wind.
The empty wind that fills my lungs with its hope.
The wind begins to carry me,
It lifts,
I leave my feeble body behind,
It carries me up,
We leave the barren shell.
---
The flare.
People speak of the flare arriving once again,
An entity a mere eight years of age,
It has been challenged.
-
Awake has become the sun.
Its flare flutters towards our earth.
Its aim absolute, its ambition beyond compare.
-
Dancing across the infinite vacuum, it gains momentum.
Fueled by memories of triumph,
Enduring a hardship no man could imagine.
-
The ever glowing pride of the Sun is blinding.
Its pupil has embarked on a journey once again.
Bringing joy to its teacher, its home, its friend.
-
It lands.
Held in the heart of a keeper, a dancer, it drives her movement.
The flare has arrived once again.
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