Tis a bird of myth.
True that is?
Nay...what ye believe liveth in thine heart.
Phoenix...lives on strong and true.
Falleth apart in flames in a time for of no "go on". In a burst of it's own flames it departs.
But arise it does from its ashes.
From dark and grey, ashes of old it is rebirthed.
New strength, new life, a new heart.
New mind filled with courage to face the world again.
Such consistent beauty against troubles.
Phoenix...tis the bird of strength, the flame of 'Renaissance'.
Renaissance of Nicelle,
Of life and victory.
Our Phoenix of hope.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Catharsis ||#Attys2016
PoesiaWords purging me of my emotions. Words torn out of me for you. This is my CATHARSIS. Highest ranking: #312 in poetry.