I was born where the notes of a kiss are spread between mastic mornings….

I was made from pure energy, wrapped in the sweetest of fragances…

An idealistic soul, whose lives are written within the sacred scrolls…

I was born wondering and oblivious to the smell of fervor and life…

I was born from two restless souls as different as fire and water…

I was the surviving twin; and unwanted daughter…

I was born among chaotic challenges but life saved me from slaughter…

Magic among the whispering waves of silence travel within my soul…

I was born gentle and tough; a true chameleon; strong and bold…

My soul stands between a cream clouds, lights and mirrors…

Mirrors which reflect the thirst found within my wondering soul…

My wondering steps come to a halt as I drink the liquor of strange veins…

Seeking to satisfy the painful delirium within me which cries out to the skies…

My soul was born within those brief moments when earth and sky unite…

Born within the wildest of Spartan nights…

Surrounded by fireflies; ying and yang…

A soul born with sweet magic and bitter luck…

I was born within secret valleys, surrounded by rituals and magic…

Where fairies and demons live feasting on juicy desires…

I was born with “enigma” in my eyes and a story far much older than time…

A thousand stories are locked within this ageless heart…

As old and timeless as the beginning of life…

I was born within the thick fog of dark exile….

Where a willow fights for its breath and people are afraid of shadows…

I dreamt none of this was real, not the laughter or tears, nor the sunset or dawns…

I come from a place far more elusive and real than the mirror image presented to this world…

To be born is a matter of memories, of wet nurses and distant smiles…

To be alive is to see past the illusions while getting back to our original cradle…

Where spirit soars free and reality is far more simple than this complex beast…

I am not my name, nor my tittle nor the image looking back…

I am more than just bones and flesh…

Only my soul is real; the observant behind these eyes…

You can knock me down countless times, you can try to hurt me, still I will stand…

For I am a fighter, I am the Phoenix…

I am Wisdom, I am Goddess….

I am Magic, I am Free!!!….

 

 

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