Phoenix
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phoenix in flight
the color of its feathers
and the glint in its eyes
and when it burns itself into
ashes
I want to see it come alive.
I wish to trade my soul
to that bird, who conquers
death in every glide, burning
in flight and living in air.
I wish I could soar, burning bright
and then fall down, to live to laugh.
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