+ Art of the Phoenix Flower: Phase Four +
It tears my face and burns my skin.
It traces all the lies from within.
It enters my mind and takes care of my soul.
It acts as if it knows it all.
Into its eyes I look once again
But the lies that used to be aren't there.
It stares at me as if asking.
But there are words that I just can't say.
I close my eyes and rest for a while.
Under its wings I find my refuge.
A petal in my hand sets itself on fire
But somehow it is not consumed.
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