Where The Phonix Fly. Poem by Roy Storey

Where The Phonix Fly.



I see plans
over a city
droping death
from the skys.
I see the ashes
bodys piled hige.
I see the people
returning,
building a city,
a new
where the phonix fly.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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