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Title: Volcano

  Erupt and blow,
heat of the fire,
leek the gases and conspire,
the power of mother earth,
can you feel it,
she's calling herself,
calling upon her magic,
to spill smoke and release it,
she teaches us
to look on herself,
she comes to full power
as the volcano's smoke rises,
darkens the atmospheres.
her actions come from the deep,
connecting us with her heat,
i'd like to say,
that no volcano can separate us today,
but maybe tomorrow,
i can fly and we can sing a song together
about the volcano that errupted and blew,
when a cloud of smoke was between us
and we thought we could not see much...

Poem written by Cyberstarlet

Date: April 2010

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