it was around the fire
that rose and danced
hand held and chanting
where old stories burned
of these things told to
ourselves, the demons
released from wounded mind
bondage created frailty
through words internal
untrue and limiting fly
upward with ash and smoke
fire stories no more.
Around the bonfire
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
Beautifully executed with a delightful denouement – nice work.
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