The dimming cinders of my spirit
Lay glowing feebly in the night
The smoke escaped my every merit
The arsonist: life’s pain and plight
My vessel’s blood rolled with a smolder
My passioned breath – a fev’rish dream
Here I have died, my ash grows colder
The air still vibrates with my scream
And yet a tale, I dare remember
Intangible, deep as the skies
That I exist still in these embers
And that a phoenix I shall rise
I’ll rise, and soar above my ashes
The pain I felt – a memory
The blaze, my death, might come in flashes
But stay a dying reverie
I’ll rise, but I am dust in limbo
The fire scents my senses stir
I’ll wait to cool, then from this pyre
I’ll rise. And be the firebird
Viktoria Nikola
2017
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Thanks to Nigel, it’s lovely to find your blog.
Your beginning post about your life is very interesting! I look forward to reading more!
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Thank you Vanessa. And I’ll thank Nigel as well. I’m very grateful and humbled by such support.
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