From the Valley of the Sun,
my long awaited beauty is reborn.
Again and Again!
From a deep aroma of Myrrh burn,
my Phoenix paints sunrises with each turn.
Again and Again!
From my Venus mother's sins,
my iced-heart melts, within.
Again and Again!
Swallow my sea of being.
Blaze shadows of death; kissing.
Again and Again!
Awakening.
Burning.
Again and Again.
From a jealous Crescent moon's glare.
Phoenix keep rising me, in the air!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem