Red peacock pinions
Aflame…as though kin
To phoenix, and steaming
With battle’s blood…
Too many wars for remembrance.
Stench of fatigue changes
In the fire, transformed to ocean’s
Pungent tang, salty and pure…
She feels sea breeze lift her weightless;
Rising, victorious vindication
Surrounded by sweeter scent
White holy ash, like summer snow
Or exotic petals, floral angels.
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