As the Soul Is

As I revoke my heart 

Don't regret loving me

As the breeze flies, so do I

And yet, I am tangible

 

The trees do not guide me 

I bend them to my will

As the river flows, so do I

And still, I am steady 

 

The stone does not sharpen under me

I smooth and glide by, oblivious 

As the mountain stands, so do I 

And behold, I am wild

 

The clouds circle around me 

My face crumbles and breaks 

As the ember dies, so do I

And in spite of this, I am strong 

 

The skin singes upon touching me

I falter and fade, turning to ash 

As the heart wants, so do I

And I am passion 

 

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