Burning Phoenix, - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti
When I was with her, I was riding so high.
When she is gone I could not wait to die
Feelings of life, will feel more than twice.
Now a I enjoy every moment.
Knowing what feels like the end, is the burning Phoenix,
Will enjoy the next passion or love that much more.
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