Rising from the ashes,
Growing with the wind

Lights on the water,
Graceful beating of steady wings
Poise and etiquette.

Like an Amazon
A woman of power
Energy surrounds and grows,
With the pulse of the waxing moon

Red, red rain.
Flames of an old world.
Burnt, lost.

A frame cracked.
His picture gone
Shards of glass, raked away.
Tossed, new trash.

A new life, a fresh start.
She is born again, strong.

Copyright Airefeaiel
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Beautiful, I love how you make it obvious what is meant with out saying the word Phoenix or flame brilliant.