Phoenix
Hovering my sun scorched wings, I soar high
traversing thousands of mountain realms
In my own golden cage , an inferno blazing
my soul sizzles in orange-red yellow flames.
Flying in exalted passion, a trajectory of hope
yet when the night sky darkens, in tearful eyes
I am reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes.
A sleeping beauty in her stillness of Death
black abyss beyond sunset, a spark rekindles
O Sun, with you , I will awake tomorrow again.
27th July 2020
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name I am a Bird - Personification
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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