The phoenix tonight shall live in peace...
Though maybe tomorrow to burn!
Incarnate and combust
Its precious wisdom will yearn
To leave a heap a dust.
Maybe another day will pass
To soar and dive and level
Or maybe it will turn to ash
In search one day to revel.
A time will be in the making
For this bird to fade away
Crumble in early wakening
And hopeful though will stay.
This day dawns on its shoulders
To fly the final sky on a broken wing
As its legendary life smolders
In a blinding dance on the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May be another day will pass.... good philosophy. enjoyed reading it.