The phoenix

  September 24th, 2018 by another.anon.guy

Last time I had anything to do with poetry must have been like 10 years ago, in middle school. And my school path isn’t really literary. And English isn’t my native language. So don’t expect too much from this…

High and far in the sky,

Over clouds he could fly;

Phoenix was proud and spry.

Ending its aging fire

 

In his last, final cry

Spawns this new, and much dire

 

Dawn of rain in his stead.

Exiting this gray place

Appears now in his head,

Drawing peace on his face.

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