The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth

In glints of sun,
its curves unfold,
A classic beauty,
bold yet old.
With whispers from a distant time,
Where speed and grace in tandem rhyme.

Its engine hums a soft refrain,
Through winding roads and gentle rain.
A journey bound in leather’s grace,
With timeless art in every trace.

The roadster gleams,
a rare delight,
A symphony of sleek design and might.
Each turn,
a dance,
a fleeting sigh,
Beneath a vast and open sky.

So here it stands,
a cherished dream,
A marvel touched by history’s gleam.
Forever etched in hearts it roves,
An ode to those who daring drove.