Get me a phoenix
And have him wear red
With golden feathers upon his head
And amber coals in his valiant heart
And a wingspan so big he'll be there at the start
And talons of strength to hold on till the end
And heart let him in for this myth is your friend
About Me
- Tinca Leahy
- hats and words. baking and bags. cocktail rings and dirty martinis. poetry and shadows. tending and growing. to the light
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