They are many in life and death

Soft and easy, silent and crazy

With tears in check, a dam threatening to break

A desperate hold, on a slipping rock


The reminiscent memories hard to fade

The lament of a phoenix , echoing the dead

A torrent gushing down, hot and thick

Time and fate playing a  trick


A burst of sunlight on the face

Nekhbet’s touch out of the maze

A lovely spring in the coming

Another chance to laugh and love its giving


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