All are rushing
Into the fire,
The fire of time.
And timeless time
Is telling us
Everything with
No words.
We are alive,
Still we are telling,
And we are telling
With colorful love
In truth.
And everything is
In air.
We find no star, though,
We are not in dark.
Still we are faithful
To the core.
We know nothing can
Burn us.
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