We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire;For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return
If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire,
As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn.
In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways,
By unnumbered ways of dream to death.
2 comments:
Passionate and Heart-throbbing :)
umm this was a random find, i dont remember the author's name. but the drawing is mine though :p
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