Like a phoenix rising from the ashes


Life, a living sculptor
Engraves seconds in the heart
Nothing lost
Sometimes scars remain
Mirror a rainbow
Of beautiful hours
Past life
Lost in presence
Like sand running
Through fingers
Leaving hands empty

Looking back
For happiness
That once was alive, vibrating
While time marches on
Modulating the image
We cannot decipher yet
Our own image
With wind, sunshine and rain
Smoothing, polishing it

But when life has chiselled
The inner stone
As art of life
It turns into something beautiful:
A living diamond
Pulsating in the heart
In the light of love
Spreading sent of humanity
Radiating greatness
Rising like a phoenix
From the ashes
As a treasure of life
Born from hardship
A new-born human being…

DidiArtist, 25.06.2018

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