Phoenix

Like a Phoenix, a poet is born, 

From the ashes of being lovelorn, 

Broken, wounded and scorned, 

He mourns the death of his old self. 

In words and verses, he is reincarnated, 

In the path where he is actually fated, 

To weave a magic through his pen, 

Never to give up on life again.

~ SURANYA

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