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Phoenix
Beyond the massive mountains,
Upon the valley floor,
Dense lies the thickset forest-
Wherein the cloistered soul.
A thousand years of living (a thousand years within).
A barren bough to perch on
Amongst the leafy mass.
He thrives on isolation
Where tension holds him fast.
And suddenly.
The wolf is loosened.
It bounds from a fissured eye.
Tearing through the thickset forest,
Over the valley floor.
Sweeping across the massive mountains-
It comes
To kill us all.
© Mohammed Miah. 2003.
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