Transformation

Did you ever noticed those little
white crosses scattered
in the countryside?
They are the marks of unnamed soldiers,
fallen by the war of minds, I wonder
who paints them snow white?

Life, yours and mine
resembling to the countryside,
we die millions of time-
fallen by the debris thrown up by the mind,
each death marked by an event, that
no one willing paint snow white.

Once emerging from the ashes
there is a compulsion to burn a little more
and with unclenched fist, screaming in silence
transformed with the countryside, the little
white crosses and the one
who paints them snow white.

Transformation

Pimelia

Melbourne, Australia

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creation is the death of Ego

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