No Ashes On Reef

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No ashes on reef

Lose not the grief

Should you only

Replace it with

What is not right

Ask me for no favors

Don't make me change color

From fair to dark

Love lust dishonor

Phoenix Rose

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She rose from the ashes

of her past best forgotten.

Phoenix, always the dancer

gliding through the ballroom

of life. Every man wants

her to be his wife.

She smiles, she shrugs,

brushing off the gray off

her shoulders even as her eyes

look around the greenery,

to tomorrow. Her feet take

her to travel in a chacha

that only knows moves forward.

The joy in her laugh slays
the cries of yesterday.

Tears dry into diamonds,

the most cherished of gems.

She calls out a name. It rhymes.