+ Art of the Phoenix Flower: Phase Seven +
Little shining droplets from eyes
Pitter and patter until they dry
The look of confusion had not gone away
The soul wanders, the mind prays
Longing for rest I could not find
Under the wings deprived of flight
For moments it held me and then it let go
So fast I plummeted to hell below
Gripping the clouds for strength
Wheezing and panting for breath
All of a sudden, all movements freeze
Warmth and love suddenly cease
A lonesome child is held tonight
Wishing, wishing on the star light, star bright
The flames engulf me for how many times
I sit and watch, hold on as it flies
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