It is a sign to begin - to commence. It is the shackles and chains of my day
Visions of graceful swans turning into ugly ducks;
Pictures of masters turning into slaves;
Symbols of shame and
fantasy;
Images of rituals and acting
out;
- Appear before my eyes
BUT with amber tears and arduous
sighs.
It is not long before it succumbs and
dies.
And from the heat of its ashes crimson embers
turn.
The phoenix rejoices as it soars
high
From a decade of slumber.
(Rah 2010)
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