Rebirth of Phoenix
Stepping lights—
unfurl the flare,
she, a mystical phoenix in glare
O’
Fresh, healing fragrance and all unveiling grips
Singing, "Bela Caio”—the music, dipping and devoting at her pink lips
Reborn from Ashes, she musely turned into clips
O’
Clinging to the melodic eagerness, she, the symbol of resilience
Aesthetics align with her hands, her blossoming eyes
and heart in loveliness
She, learning from dread, dirt and dusk, embracing the art and artistic innocence
O’
Musical hymns, yellow-lime, where often wander like a falcon,
Some swift and others gently weave the engaging halcyon,
O’
Where the inception encounters ceasing—tranquil
and the realization heats a dazzling rebirth
It engraves the strength, the growth and breath
“Bela Caio”, blinks at the morning— a healing hearth
O’
Resistance bamboozles pale fickleness,
Till the breaths blink, the nature reads and embeds her magnificence
O’
the love—a corner that clasps her heart, her flashy eyes
Yes! where the pink propels butterflies, nightingale to relish her broken flys
Where mountains are never too high— in her chosen dale
and stability softens the nerves, sharpens the curves to veil
—The Phoenix rebirth.
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