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The Phoenix

Ashen bird crossing distances, untamed by nature's fury beating wings hurriedly, without just cause for time-- divided by a crimson coat, that burns on in the night the essence of the burst, tears a wound that heals-- clawing at the --sky-- for help greeting the new bodied rise, soaring without an ending goes blindly into a new beginning alone and untouched-- there is order in the world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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