The Ashes
The day is bright and I'm happily awakened
by the gift of daylight, the sky is clear but a
few wisps of scattered clouds. I lay and stare
these clouds slowly drifting past, a dragon
breathing fire next two cherubs with bows
of desire. I wonder will I be engulfed in fire,
burnt to ashes like the Phoenix and rising up
a new free bird.
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