To others, you were a phoenix from the ashes, giving strength to the helpless with your raging fire.
And to me, you were my morning star. My morning glory, standing so proudly amongst hundreds giving me warmth through the burning flame from your wings and yet blooming so brightly like a flower in the spring.
You were a precious bloom, and your touch;I found peace in it.
A phoenix from the ashes signifies strength. It spirals to higher grounds with a raging fire from its wings. You can choose to see any other way, but one thing is consistent;
STRENGTH 🌹
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
