Exhausted beings, knotted together,Entangled in others’ links,Littering the ground with ashes,Burned skin and worn-out hearts. In this place, however, the fatigue of the soul,May teach
Étiquette : fire
Inexhaustible Fuel
As long as the ego wants,At the end of the path,Will come the taste of venom. In the meantime, all feet are rushing,At the speed
Silence on Fire
When a silent talk is impossibleWe can settle for a voiced version. Casual, useless wordsAs a reserved veilLaid on a silence of fire Franck Joseph©FJ
Notes & Silence 