And see, this cold ice
that lives in the test tube
is so in love
with the Bunsen burner
and coming near
it exclaims in intense love:
'O flame - eternal flame mine -
O my roaring blue flame, my hot love
Oh see how I melt
whenever near you! '
'Oh, cool it, ' says the flame
'It's just a phase
you're passing through'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when the cold dry ice burns, the beautiful flame can be seen. very beautiful poem!