Peace in Death

Saw that grave and cried;
Black birds flew off the shrine; 
Life was hell;
Dooms were peace;
The fire is blessed 
Air's touch I couldn't feel
In isolation I live
in the crowd I die 
Many minds, I do not mind
mine wanders, others lies
lays in desolation the unwanted soul
with crease of fire, coldness was bold 
deep down rooted was a seekers soul. 


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