Folded up flower,
soon to show your mane
with the sonorous sun
and to waltz with the wind
from ashes and dust you rose
from the germ of an idea
The bee's Pheonix
worth a billion tears.
Hello, and welcome. This is a place where i post my poetry, i do it for my own satisfaction, i write what i like, and what i think sounds good, i rarely go into traditional forms. Thankyou