Anthony Cavuoti


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.

Topic(s) of this poem: passion


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015



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