Phoenix

Anitha Sankaran
The Junction
Published in
1 min readJul 18, 2019
Image by micapapillon95 from Pixabay

Hear the silence of the breeze,

hike through the trail of the zephyr,

see through the invisible pellucid veils,

scorching sun ripped off its blanket,

thy dog calls you,

flying birds clutches your hanging soul.

End is not an end,

thy soul clutches your shrine,

reconnect to the Earth,

taste thy bread,

drink thy wine,

love thyself,

revitalize thy sacred soul ,

revive from last breath,

radiate energy,

shine bright.

©Anisesh 2019

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Anitha Sankaran
The Junction

Writer | Poet | Computer Engineer. Writing emotions beyond words.