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Phoenix Rebirth
Wearily Forks the phoenix flies Across the sun setting skies His feather grayed, his eyes were old Every inch of him a story was told He lands at the front of his cave He knew that this would be his grave He lay on his bed, a pile of wood Getting as comfortable as he could He thought back through the years All the joy, saddness, laughs and tears His body was soon encircled by flame Its flaming tenticles carressed his mane When his burial ceased, a new life began A new phoenix was born, Flamsan
by tara macpherson
andifeyrtr added this comment 2011-04-30 12:54:40-05:00
Brilliant poem! ~)o(~
andifeyrtr added this comment 2011-04-30 12:54:40-05:00
Brilliant poem! ~)o(~