I am the Songbird,
I am the Phoenix.
My rays shine expectant,
My song like the first breath of life,
My tears are of a broken heart,
That weeps for all kind.
My soul glistens,
Like the fresh morning dew.
As it lives in thought of both Happy and Sad,
Forgiving and Unforgiving,
Full of Adventure,
Full of Death.
My song is the song of the Songbird.
I am the Phoenix.
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Poems and Short Stories
Short StoryThis is where i'm going to put short stories and poems i come up with. I'm also going to enter quite alot of these into competitions, i think!