Phoenix revival

My soft feathers wrap me in a warm blanket filled with amity

They keep me warm

Soft silky and alluring

It is true my feathers are my friends and with them I shall fly

Fly to the place where the world never ends, then die

But I shall revive

From death giving ashes I shall thrive

From the coal black soot, I’ll be alive

Once more

As it is said, by folklore

This phoenix shall rise again

My friend

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