Smoldering ashes surrounded by down,
A single tear swims with life.
Draped in red, an evening dress of embers,
In her eye; umber, orange and bister.
I fall on white rays,
That force my heart to blister;
Naked and blind…
Her wings flourish and flare,
Lifting joined spirits,
Swirling passion with air,
To rise from the dead,
To rise for the righteous,
A tiny red bird,
Holds a boy softly crying…
Above all that’s certain,
A sudden jerk of the night,
Sounds the end of an era.
The end of a flight.
To this majestic beauty I tip my hat,
Her pure endless rebirth
and infinite path.
She dies by the day
and does it for all,
who do it for her
when she burns
to the ground.
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