And like the Phoenix they arise
On gold and fiery wing
While it's from ashes that they come
It's not of ashes that they sing
They sing of wind, how it beckons
It beckons them to come
To come on wing of gold alight
Alight on rays of setting suns
The rays of setting suns it seems
Spells out the coming night
A night in which it's clear to see
Oh to see their bright winged flight
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
