mankindcursed

Living on the edge between the Choatic  life and the silent tranquility                           it's just a thin sweet line & mysterious energy                           between having a mask and being your amazing self                           sweet melody in your head singing                           between right & wrong                           time & illusion                           between pure love & false one                           the ((real)) world...

~~~~yesterday Before the winter coming night , my soul couldn't wait to see ~~ she was like A Reflection of the sweet Past of mine a sweet breeze from the North ,,a star entered my vast soul ~~~

The Phoenix swept its wings, and embraced its fallen kin, into their hearts it peered, to find memories a-spin. A sad and dying creature, poisoned through human err', with a noble destiny, and its legacy so fair. The bird of heavenly flame, fanned its feathers hot, and freed its friend the condor, from the Earthly thing it sought. But from the ashes of the condor, rose another in its place, and the Phoenix flew the skies again, its friend but glad to chase.