This fire
within, burns like a scream
and a drop
of tear.
Raging fire
or molten lava
leaving a
fire trail,
quenched
only by the
liberating
hands of expression.
But then how
shall one express
the sound of
bottomless silence?
How shall
one capture
the cosmos’ spectacle
of colors,
unless to
grasp its dance and colors,
becomes one’s
wild obsession?
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