Flight of the Phoenix Bird
THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX BIRD
Surrounded by a bunch of steady flowing waters
Existing without death but debt
A poor Atman of the gardeners
Caged in the verdict so depth
Exhausted to transform existence
'Cause no language to place its conceptions to existence
Blended you embraced in the middle of the night
Emitting shadows of languid and listless
Mere ens with no might
Children now echoes to your unworthiness
Owner of beautiful gold
Now stands with no atom of bold
But! Fear, the language of the mousy
In the field of great minds
Thousand years a useless tree grows
Its usefulness to eternity a day it registers
A mind that decamps the evening tide
Can always in greatness abide
Our cultures and society still present
Raises us on acme so fit
Creates a vacuum as a present
For our savoriness to reach no limit
Language are the times we exist
The minds greatest instrument
Tiredness a phoenix bird never gets
Though its corporeality regenerates
Pushes, life it begets
construing what life presents
Stand! Stand! Push on comrade
Though embodied with the portals clay
Embrace the molded grenade
At last, it will result to pay
Life fights life to taste
But only the vanquisher has a voucher to paste
Copyright © Alexander Michael | Year Posted 2022
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