reincarnate the Phoenix
flames lick themselves
reduced to ash as tears and blood mingle
this mud metamorphs into a miracle
recreates the process
rebirths, resurrects to glory
to rise again
opportunity recycled
and shaking off the residual dust of the old
with widespread wings we are born again
spreading to the tips of plumage
a chance is carried on the winds to the new
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Your words are beautiful and they touch me. I have read almost all of your poems on this blog and also found you on poemhunter.com. You are maybe the best poet I have ever read! Where do you live? Are you single? Please write back.
Jill
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