Cleanse me of sorrow, desert ocean;
cleanse me of sorrow and let me live.
We are all forlorn in a ghostlike immensity;
ignite the fire and let me be in.
Fire is but
an illusion of a glowing light,
sorrow - it is not,
so let me be alight.
I want to be a horizon
in which dimensions dive;
which subdues fright.
Fiery Catharsis © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Ohnivá očista"
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