At the outset,
I have been in the forest with the deepest darkness,
There was no meaning of belongingness.
I built a significance from the leaves for me,
The wind of sylvan pierced it off to sea.
At the middle of all,
There was a fire in the broken pieces of my heart,
Which never stops burning from apart.
Merciful witnesses came to see of burning out.
Then maybe ashes would be part of turning out.
At the end of the whole the complexity of existence.
Selfishness was the main purpose of the gilded presence.
And a regret to say,
When the insincere phantom asked for love,
I should have refused it not to fall.
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