a soaring bird,
Shine red, shine gold!
A phoenix,
Never growing old.
A bright path,
Shine white, shine yellow!
With many moods,
But none of them mellow.
Fish spread wings,
To see, to be!
To be the creatures
Of the sea.
To see the phoenix,
Shining red,
To walk the living paths,
Of undead.
To see the fish
Jump out of bed.
To see, to be!
Shine gold, shine red.
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Poems of thought and love
PoetryThese are poems I have written in the past couple years, I hope you like them
