Behold, my horrid attempt at poetry.
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She was but a robin,
sick and feeble.
No one needed her.
Unwanted.
From the nest, she had fallen,
She had been forgotten.
Feathers twisted and turned,
Unkept.
In the distance, a fire roared,
flames licking the trees,
charring and burning,
Unstoppable.
Heat enclosed the robin,
Wrapping around her,
Healing her wounds,
rebirth.
A phoenix,
A fire bird,
A healer,
was born.
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-shot-
Not sure if this'd be Freeverse of Narrative.
;;Something's just about to break.
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