My Son The Phoenix Poem by Jeanne Cantkier
My Son The Phoenix
How many lifetimes to be reborn?
Every face filled with scorn.
Yet the damage put forth by your foe
fails to mar your beautiful soul.
One teardropp can heal our pain.
One more rebirth is another gain.
Your inner fire does build and strengthen,
until you burst free of your pain; and then
Be who you were destined to be.
See the life you were meant to see.
Before the Phoenix. When you were free.
Hi JC these are very potent lines really liked em...may have to work it a bit on the rhyme Yet the damage put forth by your foe fails to mar your beautiful soul. but its a neat likelable piece cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 9:21:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In the south (where I live) those two words rhyme... if said with a proper southern drawl. LOL Thanks for your comment! : -)