PHOENIX (Hope)


I let her fly beautifully
A hope, a brighter future
and on her wings lie's-
a heavy stone-
but she must soar
through the stormy clouds.
And then, too brief
came the terrible fall
My phoenix down!
Her wings broken-
feathers litters on the ground
hear her song, her cries!
But no matter the falls, the broke
She'll keep rising, renew, stronger
from the ashes of each burning day.

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