The body groans in pain, its cry ascends the sky,
The soul burns silently, holding sorrow inside.
The flesh chooses to wail, its echo everywhere,
The spirit softly collapses, lost in depths of despair.
One keeps shouting aloud, so the whole world may hear,
One remains quiet, guarding its own hidden tear.
A human is two fires, with a breath in between,
The body is noise, the soul a silence unseen.