The Rebirth Wish.
The anvil waits with wistful zeal,
And longs for the hammer to hit ,
The hopper breathes violent fire,
Though the old iron is in retreat.
The clinging leaves in autumnal guy,
Sprout within to taste the spring,
The Beauty Monalisa whines for past ,
And fails to unfold her heavy wings.
Time negates the body, drinking its juice,
Does the sun drop in the west, with rebirth wish?
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