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REBIRTH OF THE PHOENIX

( This is a palindrome poem. Please read it from top and then from bottom.)


Again phoenix rises...
Golden feathers
And skin crimson...
The rebirth of ashes and embers
From
Divine death undertaken...
Had he died really?
Enchantments vanquished...
And
Prevails tranquility...
Pyre after rebirth
YET
Rebirth after pyre...
Tranquility prevails
And
Vanquished enchantments really died...
He had undertaken death divine...
From embers and ashes of rebirth
The crimson skin
And feathers golden...
Rises phoenix again...
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