Hour of the phoenix
Bewitched the hour when bearded strangers swim amongst seas of frivolities, with plastered smiles, remodelled exteriors, hiding scars of yesterday Maintaining façades through blinding skies, cascading hope for a new tomorrow Flickering kaleidoscopes of utopian dreams Where the impossible is possible, if only for tonight Where beggars and kings unite, as they dance in close proximity, to heaven on earth. Renewed Reborn Rejoice Happy new year ….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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