Phoenix
By Paisley Hibou
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The cry of the phoenix pierces my skin
The knoll is bare
Yet she is there
When all the world has shunned me
She wails from her dying tree
Seasons come and seasons go
But she won’t feed me everlasting snow
Suffering has never plucked her plumes
It follows after others to their tombs
Here I offer my every bone
Just so I won’t breathe alone
Alas! When my day is to come
I’d give her the world and then some
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