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THE YOUNG PHOENIX
It spreads its wings
but it does not fly.
It flexes its talons
but it does not rip.
It craves to know sky-freedom
but does not release the nest.
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x
x
(lines waiting)
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....and just as suddenly
it is gone
But it will again fly in
as young and as fresh and as new: :
Oh, I gave you wings!!
Oh, if only I had known
that you would fly away
so far!
so fast!!
so soon!!!
Teddy;
It is the way loves goes...
Stuning and leaving
while triping and spinning
us in their whirlwind turns
But hopeful their is a spring
in which our love returns!
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May your pen always be so blessed
so light and always so free.