The Phoenix - Poem by Fritzie Abella
Lost in a dark, winding alley
Deaf of wailing dreams deferred
Blinded by love unworthy
Fooled by evanescent glory-
Oh yes, life's bloated with futile wars!
By her choices she was defined
Beware! She's no empty can
From the ashes she ascended
She's a warrior-
the dainty phoenix.
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