I, the combination of fire and
wood
It is my fate that I get burned,
yet it is my desire still being
alive
Sleeping in the morning rain
The little green sprout of my
heart
Quiet, please
Breath of spring wind
Praying by your ritual flame
It creates energy and destroys me
into carbon
It is my being
You are straight as stubborn me
Tolerating my disobedience
It is you, my being
Live wrong, dying away any way
Now is the time of departing
Shall I rupture me?
Shall I be back, or upon the
burning logs?
Leaving our souls holding hands.
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