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Phoenix Tears
Let her dream
Of flying,
Let her soar through the sky.
Crimson feathers
Brush the clouds,
And paint them
A delicate pink.
Let the fire
Give her life,
Let the wind
Carry her soul.
But one day she must wake up,
For a bird may never fly
With broken wings.
I don't like the fact
She has to wake up! Can't she just maybe wake up? ;) reality can bite sometimes, but if there's one thing I know the Phoenix will rise again, it's the Essence of the word! From nothing comes something, from the ashes rises the Phoenix, but if you you look in a mirror or ask someone you probably look nothing like one! Sweet poem, with a dry twist! Nice work :) cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."