.....and my heart is not made of stones,
but is made of fire,
and when I close my eyes and dream
I sense this fire,
within me as strong as I am,
not ceasing but withstanding
all the hurdles of the world.
Stones hard and strong as they are,
upon my shoulders
but deep inside the fire rules,
keeping me alive and hopeful
that love conquers all and stays alive as my soul , my heart and my "stoned" everlasting, interior fire.
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