Sprout
Fire
Flames
The ring of fire
To surround my soul aims
Fire of hell
Of despair well
Fire burns anything that lives
Vastness greater than ocean is achieves
Just a droplet of water in the endless fiery sea
Fights for its destiny
Droplet of water maybe a tear
In a heat it might disappear
But in this tiny droplet is my soul
And it is I who fire will control
Like a cold northern wind all cried out
And in the midst of it a sprout
Does cold wind have a heart?
Is it moved by art?
In it grows the gentle sprout
That is given water despite the drought
The sprout turns into a tree
A tree full of beauty
It rises above fiery sea
It dictates its own destiny
The vortex stretches from root of philosophy
In the essence of abstract omnipotence is equal quantity
This however ultimate meaning will not be
I will gain that meaning because there is lot of fight left in me
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