From the sun rises a phoenix
Wings of fire....
A new day's dawn
New desire,
A new hope, born
Torn blue firmament
Dull sky looms
Forefathers lament
Obnoxious fumes
But the prophecy
Will come true
From the ashes,
The phoenix will rise
Burnt wings will fly
The sky will return
To normal blue
The phoenix of this world
In which I live
Flying with desire
Which I believe
Burns the fire...
And Conceives hope!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) .. hope... yes thats the way to live... good work.. as usual..