Phoenix She RisingA Poem by maria a frey
Rise like a phoenix, soul torched, reborn
Reformed from a life that was not the norm. Where the tears of a soul cries for freedom in the storm, Where coldhearted blood runs warm Warm like a flame igniting, burning at her arm. Phoenix, she rising She rising not waiting for surprises she flying Phoenix, she rising Head held high, love so fly. Extending her wings to hug the sky, she embraces the light with eagerness and a new approach. Spiritual transformation, spiritual hope. Phoenix, she rising She rising not waiting on surprises she flying Phoenix, she rising. © 2015 maria a frey |
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Added on September 18, 2015 Last Updated on September 18, 2015 Author
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