The Phoenix
Through the turbulent high winds, I soar;
Regardless of sorrow that I bore,
The tumultuous storms do me no harm,
Rain and blizzards cause me no alarm.
For it was from woe that I was born,
A fierce sepulcher did I adorn!
From my ashes, I was born again,
Life both old and new, the sun’s risen!
Ah! Behold my glistening plumage;
Shall you then label me as savage?
So situated, what do you see?
Hearken to my cry, my melody!
Your veiled wishes, I’ve power to grant,
Tell me what it is that you do want.
In dwelling amongst these winds alone,
I, too, have learned how love should be shown.
Time will come when I shall have to leave.
That I would come again, believe.
I could only hope we stay as friends,
Fruitful lives, a lovely existence.
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
