i do not wish to give you
what i do not have
they are all lies and nothing
beautiful grows from the petals
of my empty words
i have only this heart
ablaze with fire
it is only this heat
this flame
that i can offer
there is no promise from its
firewood that this thing aflame shall last forever
take me as i am
and look at me with all understanding when at dawn
i turn to ash again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem