There is no more reason for tears,
The fight is over.
The flames cannot burn on the ashes.
The volcano is dead
It succumbed to the heat from its own lava,
Melted from inside and then
Evaporated into the air,
Like a man who loves and dies.
Like me and you.

But there is a war, I know.
A war without battle,
Without fight,
With no winners
And no  loosers,
A war with neither "rights" nor "wrongs".
A war drifted by the waves of  time
On a battlefield where everybody
And everything which exist
Simply dance
And dance,
Composing this eternal motion
Where nothing is either absolute
Or obsolete
But merely an purely
Beautiful.