If I am to die by the bullet of a madman, I will do so smiling, with no anger in me. - Mahatma Gandhi

Radical

Survival is a revolution, radical surrounded as you are by all that would rather snuff you out -a cookie crumbled -a candle extinguished like a cigarette left in an ashtray too long smoldering a dying ember falling leaves autumn November... But no, live- rise, rebel (give 'em hell) emit even a spark- a glow -grow and give light warm with your flame be fiery and create a flowering become fertile fields birth a renaissance of mind, of spirit, of shimmering soul.



© azure warrior
2017-07-07

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