Rebirth

A spirit walking on a path in woods,
Summer is cool in woods,
Only rica thinks so,
But the spirit is burning, not due to the hot.
Guilts and regrets consume the running girl.
The burning spirit walks on an endless path,
To die and live, forgetting the past.
Today rica remembers nothing of past,
But the heaviness of heart.

Now rica is a little good girl.
The soul is hurt itself,
So it is not able to hurt any.
But the materialistic world.

Author's Note

This is my third ever proper poem.
Maybe I'll post more of it.
Thankful for all the views.