Phoenix

Daily Poetry

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Grey desolation from a bygone era, the arts snuffed by foolish bureaucrats.
Our escape sealed, forced to contend with our troubles.

Sparks of revolt and inspiration rise from the smoke as the vibrant red and orange embers glow.
Anger and passion ignite the bird anew – flames feeding glory and rebellion.

A repeated cycle.

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