The wise man once shared a tale
Of each of the soul’s sacred grail
The fire we carry inside.
For each of us has it in limit
It is to be saved while living.
Be thoughtful of how much you light
And whether the company’s right.
But once in a while comes a fool
Who still haven’t heard of the rule.
He’s lighting his fire on the ground
He’s gathering people around.
He’s reckless to burn it away
His fire is gone in a day.
And people observing will say
One day in a life - he’s insane.
But all of them leaving the scene
Will still feel the warmth within.
(c) - poem and photography - Victoria Krundysheva