"The fire of solitude"
If my salvation becomes diluted
If words catch fire of isolation...
If I as pilgrims, pass through your image
in the pool of chaos splashing your morning...
If you embrace me in divine sigh...
If the masks of the rain and the sun
If they, form me, remove your reflection
If your grievances become
coloured butterflies...
If one who begins to see clearly
does not burn in pain...
If grapes ripen the stars in the sky...
If the soul of heaven is your bread...
If the element...
If the verse...
If the styx...
If the scream...
""Eli, Eli, Lama savahwani
The fire of solitude
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