Phoenix
The Phoenix
Up from the ashes
She does perpetually rise,
Shaking off her wings
They are burnt, damaged— she cries,
Life is anew, this
Change today for her eminence,
The due past seems
Yet like it was just reminisce,
Her wings begin
To move, as they postulate,
This rebirth sets motion
As it never really can be too late,
During the healing process
Her senses become now soon awaken,
Being more aware of nature
And how it is relentlessly, innately taken.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
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