Is it a dream?
Those nights when I morph into
a scarlet phoenix
rising from ash
riding the thermals
high into the heavens
Shedding tears
to sooth the desolate
giving hope to multitudes
whose quandary it is to foresee.
Unceasing in empathy
compassion filling the void
onward and upward
to the sun
kindled to ash
beginning again
Ellecee
imaginary garden with real toads
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