Phoenix wings ablaze,
Shining crimson inferno on
Contrast to the dark midnight silk of the sky.
Heat licking up my thighs sinking its fangs into my side.
Pulling down while I soar.
Or attempt.
Biting into my crumbling slabs of ebony.
My ashes haunt my
burnt umber embers of my pure
pearls of sight hanging above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem