meager pain
satisfied the heart elusive in
as it melt
beautifully crafted to taste
the drops of blood
that touches every pain
cooled linger in my skin, wash away
drifted as it moves;
the hurts that burn the
my helpless scream
all must be strong lewd
by every mortal trail, surrounded with
grandeur strength
all have come to an end
stretch out every weird wicked
strong and try to hold every end
for today you will not win
....wild fire viewed the loser
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem