The Firebird’s Soul
In the flicker of the wild, she stands,
A figure framed in fire’s hands.
Her wings, like flames, unfurling wide,
Drawn from the earth, the stars, the sky.
A fiery dress of crimson hues,
Each feather whispers ancient news.
She walks the line 'twixt earth and flame,
Her spirit is untamed, wild, and untamed.
Her heart beats with the rhythm of the land,
Where the winds blow soft, the rivers stand.
She dances where the sun may rise,
And paints the heavens with her cries.
In the sacred dance of life and death,
She carries all in her breath.
A firebird, fierce, yet full of grace,
Her soul alight, in time, finds place.
She whispers to the world below,
In nature’s arms, her spirit grows.
Her wings of fire, her heart of stone,
She carries both the earth and sky as home.
Serin Alar
🖊Poem: Piahn
The Firebird’s Soul
In the flicker of the wild, she stands,
A figure framed in fire’s hands.
Her wings, like flames, unfurling wide,
Drawn from the earth, the stars, the sky.
A fiery dress of crimson hues,
Each feather whispers ancient news.
She walks the line 'twixt earth and flame,
Her spirit is untamed, wild, and untamed.
Her heart beats with the rhythm of the land,
Where the winds blow soft, the rivers stand.
She dances where the sun may rise,
And paints the heavens with her cries.
In the sacred dance of life and death,
She carries all in her breath.
A firebird, fierce, yet full of grace,
Her soul alight, in time, finds place.
She whispers to the world below,
In nature’s arms, her spirit grows.
Her wings of fire, her heart of stone,
She carries both the earth and sky as home.
🎨 Serin Alar
🖊Poem: Piahn