She sways and whispers, like the wisps of smoke
Winding like a snake,
Dancing to create
An illusion to conceal the past she broke
She prowls and blisters, like the tongues of fire
Magnificent in power,
She searches to devour
Any log-dumb men who fall prey to her guile
She drops and withers, like the cold gray ash
Pitifully, she ends;
She desperately begins
To groan for fuel to help her hide her past
Dead and empty, she must kill
Something living to be real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like a hard time in life