I passed through a dark way, a hard time,
when despair, and sadness, were overflowing
my heart. I had lost faith, and hope...
I stood in the darkness of the night, but the
morning did not hasten to highlight, by sun's
rays, my lonely way...
Out of this night, suddenly, I heard a rustle
of wings. The Phoenix bird spread its' wings,
shaking off the ashes of the fire, where it was
burned. New life ... is the Phoenix, a symbol
of eternal renewal, immortality.
It did not stay, remain, in the ancient, forgotten,
mythologies, as a symbol. It became real to
me, arriving on wings of understanding...
It settled in the trees, grass, and flowers...
After cold winters, with prickly winds, ...
flowers, and leaves, reappear, again.
I want to sleep, forget my sorrows, and
wake up, becoming reborn, like those flowers.
I want to believe, again, that happiness is ahead...
Like a child, I believe in miracles.....
