Alive Again
Alive Again
Beauty is a dangerous phoenix
Never teaching its vital lesson
Yet when you had enough of its tricks
It shows you a new, red, dawn
Beauty is very much alive and kicking
Waking you up from your sorrow
Beating at you with its wing
Only to be a shot by Cupid’s arrow
Beauty is a brass pendulum,
Coming and going, without much feeling
A monotonous rhythm soothing you numb
Until you take shelter beneath its red wing
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