Phoenix

in this
a smallest place
no voice is raised

a whisper waits
to crash a broken life
into the walls

in this
an absent crafted day
a thought is stilled

asleep
and wake
all journeys end

so plot your course
from here
into a star

Just, Beautiful!

Beautifully written.

Debs

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