pay it forward

you call her coward

a liar

then refuse to see

none but her

so called glory

like the phoenix

she will rise from

her own ashes

finally free of duality

lies cowardice

and her vices

call her out

as much as you feel

she is real

now before

and tomorrow

watch her spread

her wings to fly into

the blazing sun

with you

so to

burn to ash

once again

so to rise