I will return from my pyre
to love everything,
And to love the beauty
of summer and spring.
I will return to love
the blossoms of mango,
And the scents of cooking.
I will return from my pyre
to love you, out of fair,
And to tell you that
I will return to love your tears,
And to touch your random hairs.
I will return again to hear
the sounds of birds chirping in the morning,
The roar of ocean waves,
And to sing the song of love,
to love the gentle dove.
I will return again and again
To forget the pain.
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