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The Phoenix rose,
from ashes cold,
after self-destructing,
as Fables told.

Resurrection, anew of
a life consumed by fire,
in a self-built
funeral pyre.

Once again, he lives,
to help those in need.
An act of love,
or a fulfilled deed?

My mind is blocked,
confusion does reign,
when I no longer,
can feel the pain.

The pain of losing,
someone, so dear,
as I see her own
memories disappear.

When life is over,
time has done its dance,
is there another chapter,
another chance.?

It depends, upon,
your point of view.
Good happens to others,
good can happen to you.

A jumbled mess
of words appear.
I desire clarity,
I see a smear.

A smear of color,
from inside.
I'm now confused,
both far and wide.

I sat with my wife, today.
Emotions, out in the open.
I couldn't control my eyes,
as they wept,
leaking tears,
pouring down
my cheeks.
I blamed it on hay fever.

Cumulous clouds,
floating up high.
Billowy, cotton pillows,
in the bluest sky.

What are these words,
which flow from my pen,
saying nothing by
day's end?

Work is hard,
difficult to do,
when my only thoughts
are about you.

Lost am I,
in life's morass.
Another day older,
when this day is past.

Where to run,
Where to hide?
I should be searching
far away, inside.

My head overflows
with thoughts, about you,
yet, here I am,
away, alone now, too

My head is clogged,
with too many words.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives,
and a bunch of adverbs.

Some paragraphs here,
a sentence or two.
The kaleidoscope of words,
belong in a word, letting zoo.

The land lay fallow,
no plowing to do.
We must replant,
in a year or two.

Tilling the soil,
after the long rest,
plowing and harrowing,
will work the best.

When the dew,
falls from the Rose,
the day will be warmer,
The Sun has rose.

When the grass,
is still wet,
the Sun isn't at
apex, hasn't set.

The wind will blow,
through, the trees,
as my Soul is
no longer at ease.

Why, in the World,
when everything is gone,
I'm on my way,
in the words of a song?