Phoenix - 1 - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
To understand the core of creature,
Born from the Cold of the Universe?
Is it possible? ...
That strange taste of the real Miracle,
The vague moment of Transformation... into... Unknown...
From Nothing - into a spiral of the Birth
By Wind of the Renaissance we are taken...
And fire of the Pheonix shines so strong
Again in his way to the new Creation.
From ashes upwards rises fire flames!
Don't touch! Be careful! They can burn you to pain!
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