Look at birds,
They are so far,
Gliding and flying in the air,
Hopping on the land and perching on the trees,
Sitting in their nests caring for their chicks,
I catch a phoenix to burn fire in my heart,
I know what I want in me,
I want to kindle fire of love in my heart,
Glowing and flamming!
Greater than the sun!
I know it's so hard a wish,
To burn in love,
Actually my soul wants to find,
Where it originally belongs,
It is never wrong to burn for what we love,
Like a moth going round a lamp,
It is my birth desire to reach the light,
Even if I might burn to ashes,
Like a phoenix who desires...
...to take a new birth.
Mykoul
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