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The Phoenix’s Call Is Near
By Nancy · TW
Across the boundless sea of souls, how oft we roam, Through storm and rain, still seeking realms unknown. What lingering longings lie buried in the dust, What wounded hearts await the dawn of trust. We weave life’s splendours through sleepless nights, And watch life’s sorrows pass before our sight. If one should ask when truth shall be revealed, Perhaps all the heart has sought is one fleeting moment. ─── May we pass through the flames without losing our tenderness, walk through the darkness without letting the light within us fade, and rise from every fall. For no matter how deeply we have fallen, one day, like the phoenix, we shall spread our wings once more and soar toward the skies.