Hot, flickering fingers
licking, reaching
to where the
cool air lingers.
As I watch
I dare to think;
who dared to tame
this beast of flame?
As the beast
devours its timber
It jumps, it leaps;
It seems quite limber.
The mysteries of the flame
shall always remain... the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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