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The Phoenix
As I go hand in hand with my past life, we become one eternal.
I close my eyes and I am nothing. Or do I only think I am nothing?
I could join with the Earth, and we shall become one.
I could go with the spirits, and be eternally dancing in peace.
I could fade into ash and become nothing but a whisper in the wind as it sweeps me away.
I open my eyes and see back into my past life, which is in the palm of my hand.
I close my eyes again.
What am I?
- Title: The Phoenix
- Artist: ZeldaCake
- Description: Just a short poem I wrote for my grandmother Francine, whom died last friday.
- Date: 02/22/2009
- Tags: phoenix
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