Phoenix کے بول

My mind bleeds poems like it never did And ink rivers cry over empty papers. Inspiration resurges from its ashes, Words spread like a devotional song In an ancient tongue, And this vertical union Separates a shared sweat. Why are you back? Our farewell was so sorrowful. Why are you back? I didn't call you. Thanks for coming, I really Missed you. Thanks for coming, I never Said I love you. You bit the hand that fed your soul You were not happy You crushed such a sacred illusion You thought there was not enough. Now, like a snake, your skin Is in contact with the ground And you can see a phoenix Flying higher and higher