Phoenix

The rebirth of love.

Is it wrong to dream of phoenix? Of dreamfire and clouds, of air and ether? Rebirth rejoice for my coming, for I have found the truth of her flames.

Burning away the layers of resistance, I immolate myself within her embrace. She longs to be held. Longs to be loved. Longs to live rich in the knowledge of understanding unspoken.

From ashes to flame and back again, yet unfulfilled. Unyielding of faith, soldiering on towards the light of hope, she peers behind her towards the distant horizons of yesterdays.

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