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Firebirds

 

In the bright fire's haze

the words danced around merrily,

came together for playing,

I could catch them easily.

 

The flames have vanished from the scene,

but the glow within is still alive,

yet the wings of the words are heavy now,

there's no hot breath to make them rise.

 

Ye firebirds, oh please come back

to rise again so brilliantly!

My soul can only find some bliss,

when you are dancing wildly.

 

(Copyright Ines Langs, September 29, 2008)

 

(Please forgive me the bumpy rhythm and rhyme, I couldn't do better this time.)

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