FIRE
Fire melts iron with iron,
So also discerns the taint from gold;
May it merge with me my love,
Isolate the evil which keeps me cold.
From my first breath, till the last,
The present will in future be past;
At all times must stay by my side,
This fire in me, be high or low tide.
So also discerns the taint from gold;
May it merge with me my love,
Isolate the evil which keeps me cold.
From my first breath, till the last,
The present will in future be past;
At all times must stay by my side,
This fire in me, be high or low tide.
Labels: Humanity, Life, Philosophy, Poem