Oh falcon of flame,
how others try to quench your fate.
The azure fire of your eyes incinerating,
the flap of your wings enough to move ground.
Your glory they will not tame
no matter how much they pray and hate.
In every way dominating,
regardless of how many kings they crown.
Ascend and persevere!
Burst forth through their expectations,
nay, exceed your own!
There are no limits to a fire bird.
Like a shooting star you'll appear,
burning away their damnation.
Their towns merely milestones
never again to be heard.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
