Poems from Rishe-Iro
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality.
Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity.
This is passion.
My passion...
Purpose--a complex structure in our mind
Profound in sound, trivial in its utter existence.
Perfect clones don't exist, but passions mix...
I find myself suffocated under this mask
The list is streaming, people-pleasing an endless task.
Wishing I could break it off, but oh how...