Le Phenix
The hearts fast beating.
A rush that's fleeting.
The call of living.
A measured giving.
As the youth mature.
With knowing allure.
To win the world.
No flag unfurled.
To remake their fate.
With love and not hate.
To restore this place.
And its sacred face.
Reach out with a hand.
Feel the falling sand.
A crack in the glass.
The hour at last!
date:1/26/23
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