The phoenix, it burns with the pains of love
a slow burn that envelops the whole body
tearing straight through feathers into it's
heart
until nothing but ashes and bitter tastes
remain
And we cry for the phoenix and its beauty
lost in the flames of mistakes and petty
bickering
wondering what happened to the joy and laughter
and the simple moments that took our breath
away
Most people shed their tears and stagger away
drunk with anger and lost flashes of truths
they dismiss the phoenix as simply another
beast eaten by its own inconsequential power
But if you sit a moment and watch with patience
there is flutter and then a feather appears rising
from the ashes of whatever love once held strong
now renewed and recalled into the world
This feather blooms and bursts into a bird
of such valiant colors that it's very body blinds
the stars and causes the trembling of the sun
a reborn wonder of myth and magic combined
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