I once sat near a fire and cried. When I squinted I saw two birds in the light. One was of fire one of ice. Though the fire bird burned enough to light up the night, the icy bird flew above and ahead clear and bright.
I once sat near a fire and cried. When I squinted I saw two birds in the light. One was of fire one of ice. Though the fire bird burned enough to light up the night, the icy bird flew above and ahead clear and bright.
Hycaeit (Have Your Cake And Eat It Too) 