Phoenix
A dream of the whole age
Is hidden only in one kiss,
What should I tell in which hearth I placed
The wood of fate-line of the palm,
And turned it into ashes.
Your agony like phoenix
Gets rebirth from ashes,
And resides in my inner-being.
One kiss that composes my life,
Every evening I placing it on my lips,
Entrust to an eye of imagination,
And come into life again and again.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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