Neck
by Natasa Nikolic
The phoenix flies
to the meadows, far,
may the sun rise high
in his precious mind,
with flaming wings,
he salutes me now and
creating a warm summer breeze.
Rings of people dancing free,
like an ode to life with beaming smiles.
Rings of people dancing now,
celebrating a life with the tide.
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