Today is a good day, the sky is a clear blue,
drifting away on the wind, a bright red feather can be seen,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a gorgeous fiery phoenix, it's wings spread proud.
Today is a good day, the ground is soft on my bare feet,
gliding on the breeze, the phoenix speeds graciously past,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a white-hot fire, burning with grace.
Today is a good day, the wind sings a blissful melody,
Fed, by the gust, the inferno burns forth,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a single bright red feather, drifting away on the wind.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
Today is a good day, the sky is a clear blue,
drifting away on the wind, a bright red feather can be seen,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a gorgeous fiery phoenix, it's wings spread proud.
Today is a good day, the ground is soft on my bare feet,
gliding on the breeze, the phoenix speeds graciously past,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a white-hot fire, burning with grace.
Today is a good day, the wind sings a blissful melody,
Fed, by the gust, the inferno burns forth,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a single bright red feather, drifting away on the wind.
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