Till more peaceful days, and better ways...
With life at ease, and love to tease...
It's pleasure or pain, and that's the name of the game...
Can you choose the time, for this little rhyme?
Can you set in motion, all that loud commotion?
Then the crisis arises, from these here surprises...
You ask once a year, but for this one you fear?
Life's not the same as in the start of your game...
Your eyes see a new, image of you...
While dreams tell your tears, of laughter and fears...
The phoenix we say, is a bold face to play...
Take each day by day, and send love away...
Why must we say, to send love away?
It hurts when it's near, so keep yourself safe and clear...
It's pleasure the way, then life is the game...
We seek what we fear, with a new taste that's near...
Focus they say, and things will bring their way...
We have to find our sacred space, the magic of sacred race...
That's it for now...
I end this all somehow...
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