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Flight
Like a bird to a Phoenix, riding along its fiery feathers, hoping as a descendant to such a big bird, made in its image, that I too would inherent the ability to revive from ash. For once I burn out, hands latched onto the next endeavor, I pray that it does not destroy me. If it does then again I hope that the strain big bird and I fall upon favors me instead of him, though I don't deserve it, so that I may take flight once again.
© Eric Bell
© Eric Bell
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