THE PHOENIX OF GREYISH FEATHERS
I died and came back to life
As the phoenix coming back from its ashes
But instead of being born as before
A new being has been reborn
It doesn’t have golden or red feathers
They’re now blackish and greyish
A velvet difficult to appreciate
However, not all the phoenixes can be symbols of light
Some of them are reborn all filthy
Their ashes can’t be removed
The ashes which shown every rebirth
Have been marked on their skin
Like that tattoo which you can’t get rid of
They don’t understand its new appearance
But this new phoenix doesn’t have inertia
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