Phoenix

Swinging in the sun’s iridescent hoop,
Gold and red feathers swaying through its shine,
This image imprinted in your suspective mind.
We cannot wait, the time is due,
Bird ends it song with a stunning swoop.
A gorgeous tail and sapphire eyes,
The bird incinerates and dies.

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