Phoenix Song Poem by S.I.M.

Phoenix Song



bird aflame
turned to ash
soon to fly
though going to
crash
weathered
height turns to
withered plight
every and
nothings going
to be alright nay,
not on this night
everything and
nothings going
to be alright.

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