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Will not show my wounds, life extracts a price. 
A heap of pain, squeezed into eyes 
hits me with daily bread. 
Draws the conflicts 
and sets the fears free. 
A half moon wipes my tears. 
Destiny clings to dust 
Phoenix is rising. 

Ruthlessly, night causes pain 
freedom is in peril. 
The soul sings in a withering tone, 
for the departing stars. Yellow, 
youthful light of rising sun 
burns the desires. 
We hate the soaring choices 
there is no end, no beginning. 

My non-self opposing 
the empty life, connects 
the heart with contents of sorrow. 
It fills up the nothingness. 
I perceive a spring of forgotten grass, 
engaged orchards and laughing fires 
in the buds. Time for 
the habitat to step in.