Legend: Phoenix Poem by zarina binda

Its wings are made of raging fire,
Its heart is filled with wondering desire.
Its song is like no sound you’ve heard.
Does not sound like any other bird.

They paint the sky a fiery red,
Their tears are meant to heal
It is said.

But can they heal the heart of a man?
Broken for so long,
Drowned in an alcoholic can.
Can they heal the tears so old?
Restore the youth of men so bold?

Can they restore the world to its former glory?
Or is that perhaps
A different story?

Phoenix…