Silver streaks descend from a young star

like burning lines of coal

and burnt silver chains
snake out of unsuspected corners
as music’s lethal march of silence spreads
across the black night

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I look up to see if I can catch the wing
of the Phoenix,
new fragrance of orange blossom betrays its nearness
How powerful the flutter of its wings!
Hang on to me, he sings

      Hold tight

                  and I’ll help you revive from ashes.

 

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