Phoenix Phoenix

Poetry - Poem by Phoenix Phoenix

Missing link,
pen in ink.

Human instinct,
almost extinct.

Something to bring,
reason to think.

Balancing on the brink,
to fly or to sink.

Let yourself shrink,
following the heavens´ wing.

Sometimes odes to sing,
or a bell to ring.

A tiny little thing.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Anita Blake (7/16/2007 8:11:00 PM)

    i really enjoyed reading this poem. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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