Bursting with innermost void
I stand at the footsteps of a volcano
My path is fire
and my legs refuse to recoil
In the better of time
At some distance in the past
I was a conqueror of virgin lands
on the millennium of their first settlement
Pioneer of a gold hunt
in long used up mines
A bird used to visit my window
I used to feed its winters rice and butter
The bird left me long ago,
for it needed the comfort
of early mornings,
but my heart still beats
on the melody of its beak
on the glass...
My brazing steps are light and joyful
My rebuilt heart, a drunken tower
I cowardly submit
to the easier path of obstinacy
I battle new windmills
my flag is reality and virtue
I row over the river
of all my past tears,
for, on the other shore,
lies the castle of all future hopes...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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