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Into The Cauldron
Into the cauldron of life, we tumble
as the morning sun begins to rise.
Into the fires of damnation,
that rules every one of our lives.
Into the conquest for something better
to improve our being here.
Into the storms that sometimes, come
to fill our heads with torments.
Into the cauldron of life, we tumble
and out again as sleep controls our heads.
7 August 2012
poem
by
David Harris
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