I see rings of fire in my eyes.
A spirit none can quash.
Yet sometimes only I limit this fire by doubts.
I feel like someone is tossing water at my rings of fire.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
Only for the power of the pen to triumph.
Lo, behold my rings of fire.
A drive no intoxicant can bear.
A fire which rips the soul.
Yet drives the heart.
And Flabbergasts the brain.
My inner fire will stop never.
My fire, my everything.
fire rips the soul, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
My inner fire will never stop my fire my everything