from the school
behind the blowing wind
that remained cool.
I saw my destiny
so far from my sight,
but still kept trying
from dawn to night.
I gazed at my book
but got nothing unless
the angel of knowledge
asked us to guess.
I didn’t admit
the teacher’s word,
when she declared that
the fire is cold,
as I know that
it has the warmth.
But not at the time
of arrival as birth. 
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