The phoenix has risen, taken her plight
Spreading the beauty of her mournful song,
Her amber/red wings unprepared for the flight,
Time is a mystery, too short and too long.
Her uncanny beauty is known world wide
Her story a legend, never to fade,
Come out little phoenix, where do you hide?
Let loose the burden we all have now weighed.
Silence on her part, she’s lost to the earth,
Yet her singing is for-ever-more heard.
The notes fly purposely, to hope they give birth,
Never stop searching for this regal bird.
And when the time comes to lose hope again,
Remember the phoenix, reborn from the flame.
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