Flight of the phoenix

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With my every step the pain becoming nigh,

I raise my head and look into the night sky.

A fiery veil with shimmering trail is blocking the view of the stars.

It covers a part of the dark blue with its amber light.

The beautiful colors raise me among these avatars,

And I become part of this ever-revolving marvelous flight.

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