Into frost I turn your fire
Freeze the spark of desire
But not to quell the flame
Intending not to hide in shame
But from the fragmented light
I rise.
Not every change is for the worst
Like that fire I still thirst
Of ambition.
I will rise like the blaze
And escape from my vice
For I am a phoenix
A phoenix of ice
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
