Autumn Reincarnation or Moksha
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When autumn comes, comes wisdom made of fierce
Transcendence, beauty of the hues of fire
And death, the beauties, harshness, force to pierce
An autumn heart like mine. A funeral pyre
Upon the banks of Ganges comes to mind.
The gorgeous god consuming corpses flings
In flames their little lives. Each flare is signed
By fate in Hindu doctrine. Each flare’s wings
Imply a soul that makes its way to flight
For incarnation or to full escape
