Fit for a Phoenix

Melodies of birds,carried on gospel winds,greet the rising phoenix.Caught in its gentlest gale,evening subsides to rest again.Such is the silence,Fit for a phoenix

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Morning Tea

Amber as the eye of dawn,warm is the sunlight in my cup.A pinch of sugar topped with a mint leaf,memories of youth and the futureswirl in the purity of nature before me.

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