Blue Are The Flames (From, Akhenaton, I)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Blue are the flames
From the gleam of the night moon
Red are the flames
From ardent love
White are the flames
From all the day brightness
Black are the flames
From lonely emptiness
All these colors
They find their existence
In surroundings that awakens again
At times light themes
Everything here is in circle
And procreate again fresh
Maybe they did not go
They where never existing
None riches obliterates
Which is not of this world?
Like a light that lives
(In memory of, Akhenaton/1379-62 BC)
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