BITTERSWEET ODOUR
The torch burns again
from the east Aeolus rise
with tin fingers
the dance of the marble leaves
create a rosecloud
the headless prophet
turns the red to blue
blood is fall apart
inside - around
red to blue
rebirth
Blood stone apart
Red stone is heart
Odour - so bitter
the hands above
the winds are here
the stone is born
in wind - the great creation
the stone within
the highest good on earth
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