At the outset,
I have been in the forest with the deepest darkness,
There was no meaning of belongingness.
I built a significance from the leaves for me,
The wind of sylvan pierced it off to sea.
At the middle of all,
There was a fire in the broken pieces of my heart,
Which never stops burning from apart.
Merciful witnesses came to see of burning out.
Then maybe ashes would be part of turning out.
And in those ashes, a silent truth began to grow,
A bitter freezing of what used to burn and glow,
I learned that even the brightest flame must die alone,
At the end of the whole complexity of the existence.
Selfishness was the main purpose of the gilded presence.
We wear our crowns made of hollow pride and stone,
Wandering through the crowded halls, yet utterly alone,
Blinder than the night, searching for a false embrace,
And a regret to say,
When the insincere phantom asked for love,
I should have chosen to refuse it, not to fall.
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