The coal burned
Burnt the night away
On my hookah
Red embers on the metal
Burning bright
The solitary light in my dark room
It turned into ash
At the end of my hedonism
I glanced at the ash
Symbolic of something coming to an end
But then I remembered
The phoenix rises from the ashes
Doesn’t it?
Tomorrow, when sunbeams fall across my face
Inviting a scowl from me
I shall glance again at the ash
And wait, for the first sighting of my phoenix
If it doesn’t arise
I shall flick the ashes off from my hookah
And
Go on with my day
Afterall, they say
What comes from dust, returns to it
Even the phoenix!
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