Harness the fire, no hostile control.
A fire is innocent, it is alive! in the past unto death.
Nigh wet from tears, no more fears.
This flame will guide me, in spite of dark thoughts in my head.
So I place these twigs and troubles on the ground
And fire will make ashes and peace is bestowed upon me.
- fire by Zoeviylian Broodsteen and S.D.
-Watercolor Brush
-Soft Pencil (Rough)
