Bird Phoenix Rebirth
oil painting, Nina Petrovna Valetova
I passed through a dark way, a hard time, when despair, and sadness, were overflowing my heart. I had lost faith, and hope... I stood in the darkness of the night, but the morning did not hasten to highlight, by sun's rays, my lonely way... Out of this night, suddenly, I heard a rustle of wings. The Phoenix bird spread its' wings, shaking off the ashes of the fire, where it was burned. New life ... is the Phoenix, a symbol of eternal renewal, immortality. It did not stay, remain, in the ancient, forgotten, mythologies, as a symbol. It became real to me, arriving on wings of understanding... It settled in the trees, grass, and flowers... After cold winters, with prickly winds, ... flowers, and leaves, reappear, again. I want to sleep, forget my sorrows, and wake up, becoming reborn, like those flowers. I want to believe, again, that happiness is ahead... Like a child, I believe in miracles.....
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