All the credit for this amazing drawing goes to my little sister. She's twelve, so she can't post things on here by herself yet, even though she would like to, so I decided to for her. Hope you enjoy! :3
All the credit for this amazing drawing goes to my little sister. She's twelve, so she can't post things on here by herself yet, even though she would like to, so I decided to for her. Hope you enjoy! :3
From the fire comes the phoenix,
Burning bright.
She soars into the night sky,
What a sight.
But the wind blows her down, down, down,
In the darkest of hours, may there be light.
May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.
For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.
So let there be joy,
Anger.
Anger is a thing I am not proud of.
Yet it happens, where I cannot control what I say or do.
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