In fire and flames she is reborn,
The Phoenix rising, never forlorn.
From ash and dust, she takes to the sky,
Her wings spreading wide, she begins to fly.
Her feathers shimmer in the sun,
A sight that's loved by everyone.
Her beauty is timeless, her strength divine,
She's the one that will forever shine.
Through trials and pain, she always endures,
Her spirit unbreakable, forever pure.
She's the symbol of hope, of eternal life,
The Phoenix, the flame, the spirit of strife.
She rises again and again,
Her tenacity never giving in.
Forever dancing in the flames,
The Phoenix, eternal, always the same.
And though each life may come to an end,
The Phoenix will always rise again.
In fire and flames, she'll be reborn,
Her story eternal, forever sworn.
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