phoenix
over the land of thousand nets
falls a drop, and a drop follows
until the sand can bear no more
and sinks the Sun in crimson
when the life on thousand wings
tires of struggle, a dream shatters
woven into an eyrie of flames
that eat the paths, and birds cry
and wolves flee in the open
a red-feathered wisdom, a secret garden, a thousand paths
to you, to me
a thousand tomorrows
resonate
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