Phoenix
to Rise: Poem
I cling to my faith
Surrounded me on Earth.
I came from ancient ash
As a Phoenix to rise above
With kindness and love,
For everything round as oval
Like a speechless falcon
That passed by as a light of beacon,
Or a dust storm
That scared my gentle soul.
I raised my hands.
I pray upon my call,
In case I get a feather fall.
Please, any sign from universe,
Just in a few verse
As a handwriting postcard
From the ancient past
That always will last
Like Phoenix raised to fly
For my damaged heart.
Tomshinsky@2025
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