Waiting for the Phoenix
I
The wind may break the oak tree tall,
But I stand firm like willow’s fall.
Storms can dim the darkest night—
Yet you’re like stone, forever bright.
II
All things drift away and fade,
But memories of you won’t wane.
The world’s noise passes unheeded—
My heart finds home in your warm flame.
III
My call returns with empty sound,
Yet through dust and ash I’m bound.
Till my eyes gleam with light once more—
The phoenix rises from its core...🌘✨01292026 ©LanZhan
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