The Sky Blue Phoenix Waiting For Full Flight
On the precipice
Of its furnace nest
It awaits for its flamed wings
To fully fledge.
Still alight;
In mind and soul,
But not of flames,
Not of ashes,
But of bursts that want to ignite a world with
Sparks of creative thought.
Bursts,
Waiting to spread across the skies
Of Britain
And beyond...
Bursts,
Not of destruction,
But of unity,
Peace
And reconciliation.
Bursts,
Of matured wisdom
And beauty...
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Mercia - (By David Hurt)
PoetryPicture by merciadragon.net A Selection of poems, by me, dedicated to my home province...