I am the phoenix
I fly so high
My flames do not weaken
They touch the sky!
Red, orange, and fiery gold
My feathers so bright
you cannot behold
you'll stare in awe
for the hours of the day
but you'll sigh when I say
that I must go away
but I'll be back tomorrow
and tame your sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem