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May 2020
Like the embers
of a million forrest
fires, I
am dying
slowly and rising higher
while the phoenix
takes my palm
and leads me into
the abyss

Like the embers, I ignite
with solemn mysticism
which guides me higher

With tainted blood,
and the running water
from an overflowing
flood
With a ***** flower
which refuses to bud,
I rise again
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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