feel the heat
sting of the burn
like a constant painful thorn
scars leaving reminds
of the times before
never trade the pain
for all that you learned
a good write on fire. once burned the scar remains. good ink
feel the fire and two learn the pain.. while the thorn.. once left behind..is the sun that stings..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is amazing! ! ! short but very powerful!