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Apr 20
A new dawn arrives,
In a blistering red heat.
A small flame
Becomes a bonfire.
But alas it won't last
Forever.
Fade into ashes and smoke.
Even brilliance
Becomes dust.
But tomorrow when
The moon sets.
The phoenix will rise.

Every day like a phoenix we are reborn into a new beginning. We only have 24 hours to do something. But even the things we build are temporary and will fade into dust. But tomorrow the ashes from today gives birth to a new phoenix.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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