In High Spirits
Life is like the dance of a flame
Breathing out smoke as the moments change
Fleeing chaotically from your name
Knowing not where it goes or whence it came
Until the mind blows it out
And only the luminous darkness remains
Copyright © Zhian Mostofi | Year Posted 2012
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