New Moon Soil

Fire was a wish –

a will of the battlefield –

and not a tombstone of self

upon the eyes of surrendering.

Fire was a wish of another employing.

It was the Master’s words

which bid Death to knock on the door.

And fire…

Fire was not the pyre of hope.

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