This is a cryptic piece which describes a girl flicking her hair at me and blushing. I think its got to be one of the sweetest things in the world.

lost at sea:

phoenix rises with a flick,
catching on half-eclipsed red-sun;
stormy seas roll, flash.

roses on hillsides bloom,
frozen by peeking pearls;
whole world tilts, forwards.

ivory caps delicately float,
phoenix flung back to rest;
stormy seas rise, lost.

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Thank-you for reading.

CW

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where there’s hope, there’s an author trying to prove it.