Fire,
See the fire
Within me.
The fire is
Going on its own.
I am no way
Related to the fire.
Fire, fire is there,
But I am not there.
There is the bird
Who is busy in flying,
There the clouds
With rain, coming
And going for nothing,
There is the air
Flowing and watching
What is going on
In between.
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