The Rise of the Phoenix
for when the wind blows strong,
its tough to withold ur ground,
the surface withers, scars are formed,
but its the time your skills are honed,
your vigour may weaken, you may go down,
but u should know not to frown,
for all that matters is what you desire,
to be reborn from your ashes or,
just burn in that fire !
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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