winds breaks and takes the waves,
with noise,
fire burns and destroys to make “it” flames,
as quite-
so does the sun, it makes days and nights,
to swallow the truth, when it makes it to the night
from Alexander to Napoleon—all
in this earth, did disappear, as did all the other knights
it is hard to climb it high,
as high, to break the strength of the nights
of the earth that wants us, today or the other
of the sun that runs away, to make it dark, to get us lost
of the wind that will blow us apart
of the fire, that quietly approaches to burn our dreams ajar
it takes time to make that fifth element, strong
and to defeat that, that is strong, that
wants us to be kind, as the fire
and wish us to be light, as the wind
and wish us to be blind, and asleep
but before that time comes,
we need to build “it” brick by brick
we need to build that fifth element, so strong
and feel the power we possess as we grow all along.
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