Beauty is natural
And Nature is beauty

With this wick,
compassion shall stick.
By burning greed,
my soul will feed.

A color forgotten.
From the blade,
fears will fade.
By streaming red,
A fine braided rope
and broken thread.

All bringing hope,
Until I lie dead.

But as the sun hangs in the sky,
A bag of serenity I shall keep.
Until the last drop of the eye,
Until I rest in peaceful sleep.
 
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