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Fire lit by Water

Fire lit by Water

hush she is sleeping
hush for the peace 
hush she is breathing
hush or just leave
for now-she is water

she is now as still as a Sinthi (flower) on an April day
she now a calm as a caterpillar in a chrysalis 
she is now who she was and will be
she is now water

unless...
unless the sun does not sit
unless the sun does not sit!
she-is whom must stand-
she is oil

the grease, the dust all witch sits
none that is harmful
until it is lit

lit by a gaze 
lit by a burn
all of witch you shouldn't admire 
because now who she was is not who she will be
because now she is FIRE!...
 

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noshin sinthi

This is basically talking about a girl with problems and it is being represented by water or a flower or both and then the girl goes through a problem she had no control over which is represented by the oil.Oil on water is not harmful right?Unless it is lit by a match witch in this case is the sun that wont go down.Then the girl didn't get to fix her problems and in the beginning it said ¨she is now who she was and will be ¨ and in the end it said now ¨ who she was is not who she will be¨ which means her problems never got solved and she became the fire

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Sad Poet

Loved it hope to see more of your writing

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