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In the smoke and ashes, Lying beneath and speckled with soot is an egg quite rare. The light is dim, the egg cracks open and out emerges flames with heat so intense. Fire becomes a phoenix, almost unreal, feathers of flame shimmer with heat. Taking flight into the darkness, frighteningly beautiful, is the King of Fire, for he has shown me my will.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Fire of the phoenix
In the smoke and ashes, Lying beneath and speckled with soot is an egg quite rare. The light is dim, the egg cracks open and out emerges flames with heat so intense. Fire becomes a phoenix, almost unreal, feathers of flame shimmer with heat. Taking flight into the darkness, frighteningly beautiful, is the King of Fire, for he has shown me my will.
I wrote this poem when I was 9. I just found it in my poem binder. It was one of the first poems I ever wrote.
#when#i#was#9
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
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