December 21, 2014

The Phoenix

I died every night,
To be resurrected every morning.
The pains were gone,
Only to be brought back with more gnawing.

The shadows of yesterday,
Are long lost by tomorrow.
It is a river that casts her spell,
And absolves the sorrow.

The dreamworks of Neverland,
Were lost in the mist.
The gale was strong,
As the flags fettered at half-hoist.

For once I thought,
My wings would burn in the flame.
Later the soul realized,
Freedom is part of the game.
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